Chapter 374 Unable to Get Close to Her

Chapter 374 Unable to Get Close to Her

Only then did Harriet snap back to her senses. She turned her head and saw Ondine walking in.

"Godmother."

Ondine smiled and said, "Harriet, I hope I'm not interrupting?"

"Of course not." Harriet stood up to greet her. "Please, have a seat."

After the servant served tea, she left directly.

Ondine looked at Harriet with concern. "Harriet, are you okay?"

"Don't worry, I'm fine now." Harriet curved her lips slightly. "About this marriage, I'll fight for what Della and I deserve, but since Tristan has already given up on Della and me, there's no point in forcing it. A forced melon isn't sweet - even if it quenches your thirst, it's not the best choice. A bottle of water would be more practical."

"I support you thinking this way, but..." Ondine hesitated. "You've lost your memory after all, so maybe you're not considering everything. I think this might not be fair to you. In other words, if you hadn't lost your memory, you might have made a different choice."

"What choice? Not getting divorced?" Harriet smiled calmly. "I think even if I hadn't lost my memory, I would have agreed to the divorce. Because Tristan was using his life to force me, and I could feel the heartache. My heart told me I couldn't let Tristan die, so I agreed to the divorce."

"Harriet..." Ondine wanted to say something but stopped. Finally, she took out a small brocade box from her pocket and opened it.

Inside was a pill.

"What's this?"

"It's medicine that can restore your memory." Ondine said, "I think you should have the right to choose - before the divorce, do you want to restore your memory or not?"

Harriet stared at the medicine on the coffee table and smiled sadly. "Do you think I need to take it?"

"Tristan cheated, and he's determined to divorce. If I restore my memory, I'll only be in more pain."

"I admit, I wanted to restore my memory before, because having a completely blank memory feels really bad."

"But now, I think losing my memory might not be such a bad thing. For the me who hasn't lost memory, divorce would be very painful, but now that I have amnesia, maybe the pain I can feel is less than half."

Harriet picked up the box and threw it directly into the nearby trash can.

When she lifted her head, her face showed a relieved smile. "Everything has passed. If someday in the future I can remember everything on my own, that's my fate. But if I can't, I can also rebuild a new understanding of the world and become a new Harriet."

Ondine nodded. "Okay, whatever decision you make, I'll always be by your side."

Two days later, Friday.

At ten o'clock in the morning, Harriet arrived at the courthouse on time.

Tristan was already sitting there waiting.

Harriet walked up and looked at his slightly pale face, speaking calmly, "I've arranged with Caspian that he'll go to the Lancaster family villa this afternoon to pick up Della."

Tristan nodded. "Okay."

Harriet looked around. "Why is no one here?"

"To avoid waiting in line, I pulled some strings to handle the divorce in a private room."

Harriet smiled. "That works too. Efficient. Let's go."

Tristan's movements were very slow as he stood up. Harriet guessed he was afraid of pulling his wound.

She didn't ask about his injury.

After all, after today, they would have nothing to do with each other anymore.

All the documents were with Tristan. After the two sat down, the staff quickly prepared everything they needed to sign.

Just as Harriet picked up the pen to sign, her heart suddenly stabbed with pain!

Her fingertips trembled, and the pen in her hand fell onto the table!

Tristan turned his head. "Harriet, what's wrong?"

Harriet pressed her hand against her heart, her face instantly turning as white as paper, unable to speak from the pain.

"Harriet, what's wrong!" Tristan realized something was wrong and quickly dropped his own pen, reaching out to support her. "Don't scare me! Where does it hurt!"

Harriet opened her mouth, unable to complete her words. "Pain... it hurts so much..."

"Harriet!" Tristan suddenly stood up, wanting to pick up Harriet. His wound was pulled, making him gasp in pain.

He endured the pain and picked up Harriet horizontally, striding outside.

Ryder, who was waiting at the courthouse entrance, quickly stepped forward. "Mr. Lancaster, what happened?"

"To the hospital!"

By the time Harriet was sent to the hospital, she had already passed out from the pain, her body covered in cold sweat as if she had just been pulled out of water.

She was sent to the emergency room, and Tristan anxiously explained the situation to the doctor.

"Mr. Lancaster, your wound is bleeding again!" Ryder's sharp eyes spotted the blood seeping through his black suit. "You need to treat your wound first!"

"I'm fine." Tristan sat down on a nearby bench, enduring the pain. "Call Ms. Smith immediately!"

"Yes."

Ondine rushed to the hospital and came out half an hour after entering the emergency room.

"How is she?" Tristan immediately stepped forward. "Is Harriet awake?"

"Not yet." Ondine's expression was grave. "The doctors can't find anything wrong. I suspect it's the witchcraft acting up."

Ryder frowned. "Could it be that the medicine Griffin gave has reached its time limit?"

Ondine said, "Let's transfer Harriet to a ward first. I'll treat her to wake her up and see what's going on."

"Alright."

After the acupuncture treatment, Harriet quickly woke up.

But as soon as she opened her eyes, she groaned in pain!

"Harriet, it's me! I'm here!" Ondine quickly asked, "Don't be afraid, tell me, what's wrong?"

"Pain..." Harriet's body curled up, her hands tightly clutching the clothes over her heart. "It hurts so much..."

"How can this be!" Ondine was at a loss.

Helena had Ryder leave, then stepped forward and unbuttoned Harriet's clothes. After carefully examining her, she said, "It's witchcraft. It looks like the witchcraft has transferred to her heart."

Tristan's heart ached like it was being cut by a knife. "Please find a way to stop her pain!"

Helena shook her head. "When witchcraft acts up, it's very hard to suppress, especially when we don't even know what's causing it."

Tristan's face turned pale. "Griffin... Griffin must know! I'm going to find him!"

"Tristan!" Seeing him turn and rush out, Ondine quickly chased after him and called to Ryder, "His wound is still bleeding. Hurry up and follow him, don't let anything happen!"

"Yes!"

When Tristan arrived, Griffin was leaning back on the sofa with his eyes closed, resting.

Hearing the door open, he curved his lips and slowly opened his eyes.

"Why can't you just leave Harriet alone!" Tristan stepped forward and grabbed the front of his shirt. "The witchcraft has transferred to her heart - do you want to take her life to torture me?"

"Don't rush." Griffin slowly pushed his hand away. "I told you, as long as you stay away from her, she won't have to suffer."

"We were already preparing to divorce today. She collapsed from the pain while signing the divorce papers!"

"Marriage is just a formality. Who told you that divorce equals staying away?" Griffin curved his lips. "Let me tell you the truth - what I put on Harriet is a love curse. There are two parts to the love curse: the mother curse is in her body, and the child curse is in yours."

Tristan frowned. "Explain yourself!"

"It's simple. The stomach pain Harriet had before was just an illusion. The mother curse was just adapting in her body, then slowly transferring to her heart." Griffin smiled faintly. "Now that the mother curse has reached her heart, the real show begins. Whenever you get close to her, the mother curse senses the child curse and will hurt Harriet's heart, making her suffer unbearably. So I've been emphasizing that only if you stay away from her will she be safe. Have you never understood what I meant?"

Tristan froze. "So whether Harriet and I divorce doesn't matter anymore, because what you want isn't for us to divorce, but to make it impossible for me to get close to her."

"Exactly." Griffin laughed in a low, hoarse voice. "Tristan, I told you - what I can't have, you can't have either."

"You must really want to kill me right now, right? But unfortunately, you can't."

"The witchcraft was provided by Tamsin, yes, but I studied it separately and researched it with poison."

"Let me tell you - to break the curse, you must use the corresponding antidote. In this world, only I know the antidote formula, so you can't kill me."

Tristan gritted his teeth. "I won't kill you. I just want to beg you not to hurt Harriet."

"Don't worry, as long as you don't get close to her and keep the curse dormant, it won't affect her body at all." Griffin said calmly. "I'm tired of staying here. Let me out."

"Griffin, you're shameless!" Ryder, standing nearby, couldn't hold back anymore. "Do you really think we don't dare kill you!"

Griffin smiled. "Whether you dare and whether you can are two different things."

A phone suddenly rang.

Tristan glanced at the screen and immediately answered. "Ms. Smith, is something wrong with Harriet?"

"Tristan, don't worry." Ondine's voice came through. "Not long after you left, Harriet seemed to stop hurting. She rested for a bit and even ate something. She's asleep now."

Tristan instinctively looked at Griffin in front of him.

This call confirmed what Griffin had said.

Tristan couldn't describe what he felt.

He was relieved - relieved that Harriet could avoid the pain.

He was desperate - perhaps for the rest of his life, he would never be able to get close to Harriet again.

The pain in his chest made it impossible to tell whether it was from his wound or from his heart.

When Tristan returned to the hospital, it was already evening.

The Rolls-Royce stopped at the hospital entrance, but he didn't get out for a long time.

"Mr. Lancaster." Ryder couldn't help but remind him. "Even if what Griffin said is true and you don't dare get close to Mrs. Lancaster, you still need to go in and treat your wound properly, or it'll be trouble if it gets infected."

Tristan slowly closed his eyes. "Let's go back to the hotel."

Ryder was helpless. He glanced at the driver, signaling him to drive, and took out his phone to have a doctor wait at the hotel.

Waiting with the doctor was Caspian.

He sat on the living room sofa smoking. Seeing Tristan come in, he stood up. "How are you?"

"I won't die." Tristan walked over and sat on the sofa. His tense nerves relaxed at this moment, and he was too tired to speak.

"You let Griffin go?"

"Do I have any other choice?" Tristan asked back. "If I kill him, I'll never be able to return to Harriet's side for the rest of my life... I might as well kill myself."

Caspian sighed silently. "I've already had people watch Griffin's every move. He can't escape my surveillance."

"Mr. Lancaster." A bodyguard knocked and entered. "Ms. Rodriguez is here."

"Let her in."

"Yes."

Caspian glanced at the waiting doctor. "Treat his wound first."

"Yes."

Tristan's wound had torn open and bled quite a bit. The blood on his suit had already dried.

Ignoring the pain, he asked anxiously, "Ms. Rodriguez, Ryder explained everything clearly to you, right?"

"Very clearly, and that person was right. Witchcraft mixed with poison must have the corresponding antidote, especially when several poisons are mixed together. Using even one wrong ingredient would have fatal consequences." Helena sighed. "Right now we don't even know what poisons are in the curse, so it's impossible to develop an antidote. So I'm sorry, Mr. Lancaster, I really am powerless to help."

"You came all this way, which shows how much you care. This isn't your fault." Tristan said. "Please stay a while longer and see if you can think of something for my wife."

"No problem."

Tristan asked again, "As long as I don't get close to her, she won't be in pain anymore, right?"

"From what we can see now, yes." Helena said. "If you're really not sure, we can verify it."

Tristan shook his head. "I can't let her suffer anymore, not even for a second. From now on, please take care of Harriet. I won't see her again. If anything happens, call me immediately."

When Harriet woke up, it was already dark.

Ondine quickly asked, "Harriet, how are you? Do you feel uncomfortable anywhere?"

"Godmother..." Harriet's voice was weak. "I'm okay, just a bit tired..."

"Being tired is fine. Rest well, eat nutritious food, and you'll get better soon."

"What happened to me?" Harriet asked. "Why did my heart suddenly hurt so much?"

"It was sudden. We were surprised too."

"Am I in danger?"

"No, you're not."

"That's good." Harriet breathed a sigh of relief. "If something happened to me, what would happen to Della?... Oh right, I had that sudden attack while signing today, so the divorce didn't go through, right?"

Ondine nodded.

"Godmother, please help me contact Tristan and schedule another time as soon as possible... I don't know if Caspian picked up Della."

"You suddenly had an emergency - who could think about anything else? Della is still at the Lancaster family villa." Ondine said. "Harriet, your health is what matters. Don't think about anything, just rest well. Everything else can wait until you've recovered."

"I don't like dragging things out." Harriet's expression darkened slightly. "Since we've decided to divorce, there's no need to delay."

Ondine didn't insist.

Harriet was indeed someone who acted decisively by nature.

And she was stubborn - once she decided on something, it was hard for her to turn back.

"Alright, I'll help you contact Tristan, but the earliest would be next week." Ondine said. "You must be hungry, right? Let me get you something to eat."

Harriet stayed in the hospital for a few days, and her body gradually recovered.

On the day she was discharged, Caspian came to pick her up.

"Caspian, did Tristan say when we can sign the divorce papers?"