Chapter 248 My Lover, Of Course, Is Him
"Really?" Niamh remained calm. "What makes you say that?"
"These past few years, although Harriet has kept a low profile in Luminara City, this matter isn't without traces."
In the sunlight, Griffin smiled gently. "Nolan has already settled in Emberfall. For the past three years, he's spent most of his time living in Emberfall, only sending Chase back to his maternal grandparents' home in Luminara City during summer and winter breaks."
"He himself hasn't lived in Luminara City for long. If Harriet was really pregnant with his child, that doesn't add up."
"Given Nolan's feelings for Harriet, he'd want to take care of her personally. How could he possibly leave Harriet alone in Luminara City to have the baby?"
Niamh smiled faintly. "You've investigated thoroughly, but you can't find out the specific details."
"Nolan would go to Luminara City from time to time. Once he ran into Harriet by chance, and they had a one-night stand."
"After that, Harriet got pregnant. But after losing her memory, she became against marriage and just wanted to focus on her career, so she didn't tell Nolan about the pregnancy."
"It wasn't until recently that Nolan found out Harriet had his child. He's handsome and devoted, plus they have a child together now—it wouldn't be hard for him to win Harriet's heart."
"That's why Harriet brought Della back to Emberfall, back to Della's father."
Griffin's expression darkened. "Does Harriet hate me that much? Even after losing her memory, she still won't get to know me again?"
"Yes. She told me before she lost her memory—who could approach her and who couldn't, she made me remember it all clearly."
"Griffin, you're just like Tristan—someone she doesn't want to know again."
"How could I possibly be like Tristan!" Griffin said. "My feelings for her are no less than Tristan's. More importantly, I would never hurt her like Tristan did."
"I checked Quinlan's delivery records. Her son was full-term. Based on the timing, Quinlan got pregnant with Tristan's child before Harriet even divorced Tristan."
"Although you haven't told me the real reason for their divorce, I assume it has something to do with this?"
"The reason doesn't matter anymore," Niamh said calmly. "What matters is that Harriet is doing well now. She doesn't ask for much—just a peaceful, stable life and healthy children growing up. That's all."
"So I sincerely hope that neither you nor Tristan will disturb her life again."
"I understand." Griffin smiled bitterly. "Perhaps this is the last thing I can do for her."
Niamh said nothing more and drove straight to Nolan's villa.
After dropping Chase off at school, Harriet and Della returned home and ran into Niamh getting out of her car at the entrance.
"Godmother!" Della called out sweetly.
"Baby, let me hold you!"
Niamh hugged Della repeatedly, unable to put her down.
Once inside, the nanny quickly took Della away.
Harriet and Niamh sat down in the tea room. While making tea, Harriet said, "I need to go to Luminara City this afternoon. Come over tonight to sleep with Della."
"Whatever work needs doing, I can handle it. Della is so attached to you—she'll definitely look for you before bed."
"The real estate agent called me. They contacted the owner of the old house, and he's interested in selling. But he's usually not in Luminara City and will only be there tonight. So if I want to talk, I need to go this afternoon. The agent already set up a meeting for me. I'll go talk in person—maybe I can buy it right away."
"That's good." Niamh nodded. "That old house is a precious memory for you and your grandparents. You should buy it back."
"Help me take care of the two kids. Nolan will supervise Chase's homework though, so you just watch Della. I'll be back tomorrow."
"No problem, don't worry."
The real estate agent arranged for both parties to meet at the old house Harriet wanted to buy back.
When Harriet arrived, the front door was open.
Harriet walked forward and was about to knock before entering when suddenly she froze.
She quickly composed herself and knocked twice.
"Ms. Getty, you're here?" The agent came out to greet her. "The owner is already inside. Take your time talking. I need to show another client a property. I'll come back after you're done."
"Okay."
"Please go in. I'll be off then."
Harriet walked inside and froze when she saw Tristan sitting on the sofa.
Tristan slowly turned his head toward her.
"Ms. Getty, we meet again."
Harriet walked forward and sat down on the sofa across from him. "This house belongs to Mr. Lancaster?"
"Yes."
"What a coincidence." Harriet curved her lips slightly. "I heard from Niamh that this was my grandparents' and my old house. It was sold later, and I've always wanted to buy it back."
"Indeed, quite a coincidence." Tristan raised an eyebrow. "Does seeing this house bring back any memories for Ms. Getty?"
Harriet looked at Tristan before her.
He leaned lazily against the sofa, his deep eyes revealing no emotion. His long legs were casually crossed, his entire being radiating an innate nobility.
A natural leader, his presence overwhelming.
Harriet spoke slowly. "Although I lived here before, I had an accident and don't remember the past, so for me, this is my first time here. I don't have any impressions."
"I see."
Harriet looked at him. "I'm curious though—Mr. Lancaster has countless assets. Why would you buy this less-than-a-thousand-square-foot house in such an old neighborhood?"
"Coincidentally, I also lost my memory and forgot about the past, so even I don't know why I own this house."
Harriet got straight to the point. "Since Mr. Lancaster doesn't live here, could you part with it and let me have it?"
"I'm afraid not." Tristan pulled out a cigarette and lit it. "Precisely because I lost my memory, I'm worried this house might have some special meaning to me. If I sold it, wouldn't I regret it for the rest of my life?"
"There aren't that many regrets in this world. Besides, it's just a house. For Mr. Lancaster, it shouldn't matter that much."
"Not necessarily." Tristan blew out a smoke ring. "Life is full of regrets."
Harriet was silent for a moment, then stood up. "Since Mr. Lancaster isn't willing to part with it, I won't force you. Sorry to bother you. Goodbye."
"Ms. Getty!" Tristan called out to her. "Didn't you say this place was a precious memory between you and your family? You're giving up so easily?"
"It would be nice to buy it back, but if I can't, I won't force it."
Tristan looked at her slender, straight back. "Is there nothing you truly care about?"
"Of course there is. My lover and my child—they're what I care about."
"Lover?" Tristan's hand holding the cigarette trembled. "Nolan?"
"Of course it's him." Harriet smiled. "Mr. Lancaster also has a lover and child, so you should understand my feelings."
"My greatest happiness is staying with the three of them and living a good life."
"It's getting late, Mr. Lancaster. Goodbye."
Harriet had only taken a few steps when she suddenly heard a sound behind her.
Before Harriet could react, someone grabbed her arm.
The next second, an irresistible force pulled her back, and she crashed into a hard embrace.