Chapter 84: Sexual Ability Declined
Harriet trembled hard.
No man could accept being inadequate in that area, let alone someone as naturally proud as Tristan.
She couldn't imagine how Tristan would face this situation when he woke up.
The doctor sighed, "I'm sorry, Mrs. Lancaster, we did our best."
Harriet composed herself and said, "I understand, thank you."
By the time Tristan was moved to the hospital room, it was already bright outside.
He was still asleep. Harriet hesitated, then called Haven.
Ian arrived first. "Harriet, are you okay?"
"I'm fine, but Tristan is badly hurt."
"No one knew the clinic had hidden cameras. I've seen the footage and gave it to the police."
"Good." Harriet looked at Tristan on the bed. "This is my fault. I wasn't careful enough, and I got Tristan hurt. Why did he have to show up? Even without him, I could have handled it myself, and at least he wouldn't have gotten hurt."
"What's done is done, stop blaming yourself." Ian patted her shoulder. "You haven't slept all night, go rest."
"I'm not tired. I want to stay with him."
The clinic's cameras covered everything. The footage made it clear what happened, and no matter how those two tried to lie, they couldn't twist the facts.
Haven arrived at the hospital and teared up seeing Tristan in bed.
"Harriet, what happened!" Xavier demanded. "Tristan got hurt like this because of you again! The moment I first saw you, I knew you were trouble, and I was right!"
Back then, Harriet was just a part-time caregiver for the Lancaster family, dressed plainly, but her face was still stunning.
Xavier had seen countless beautiful women in the entertainment industry, but he knew that when it came to beauty, no one could match Harriet.
No matter how carefully Lark dressed up, she couldn't compete with Harriet's bare face.
Xavier had worried that Owen would be seduced by Harriet's looks, but unexpectedly, Haven made the decision to marry her to Tristan instead.
He naturally disagreed. How could a woman with just a pretty face and no substance be worthy of Tristan?
Not to mention, Harriet and Tristan were from completely different social classes and could never belong together.
But at the time, Tristan was in a vegetative state, and marrying Harriet was meant to bring good luck through marriage. Though Xavier didn't believe in such things, he didn't object much.
After Tristan woke up, Xavier had even felt grateful to Harriet.
Xavier had assumed they would divorce, but it never happened.
Now look—not only had Harriet not left, she'd gotten Tristan hurt like this. How could he not be angry!
The more Xavier thought about it, the angrier he got. "I just heard from the doctor that Tristan injured his kidney, which will affect his sexual function. Harriet, you've ruined Tristan! If word gets out that he can't perform, where will he put his face!"
Haven froze.
"What did you say?" came Lark's trembling voice from behind. "Xavier, did you just say Tristan can't perform anymore?"
How could this be!
She hadn't become Mrs. Lancaster yet, hadn't experienced Tristan's prowess in bed—how could he lose that ability!
Life was so unfair to her. Why? Why!
Harriet pressed her lips together tightly. "Grandma, I'm sorry. This really did start because of me, and Tristan got hurt. I'll do everything I can to help him recover."
"You think you're some miracle doctor who can cure everything?" Xavier's face went white with anger. "Tristan doesn't have children yet, and now he might never have any! Harriet, you're something else. Did you come specifically to curse the Lancaster family? My grandmother has been so good to you, and you've hurt Tristan to this extent!"
"Enough!" Haven spoke up. "Did Harriet hire those thugs? Did Harriet tell them to stab Tristan? No!"
"I've seen the video. The thugs were trying to hurt Harriet. Tristan rushed forward to protect her and got injured. No one could have predicted it, and you can't blame Harriet! Say one more word and get out!"
Xavier finally shut up.
Lark sat stunned in her wheelchair, unable to believe what she was hearing.
"Grandma, is that true?" Lark asked shakily. "Tristan got hurt protecting Harriet?"
"Yes." Haven turned to look at her. "If you hadn't interfered, Harriet wouldn't have gotten angry and moved to the clinic, and wouldn't have run into those thugs in the middle of the night. Lark, do us a favor and give the Lancaster family some peace. Tristan is already married. If you were a good girl, you wouldn't be trying to break up their marriage."
"But Grandma, what did I do wrong?" Lark broke down crying. "I love Tristan, what's wrong with that! If I hadn't been suddenly kidnapped back then, I would have been the one to marry Tristan, and none of this would have happened. I'm the most innocent one here!"
"You missed your chance to marry Tristan by accident—that's your fate." Haven sighed. "Now Tristan is hurt like this and isn't fit to be a husband anymore. You should give up."
"Don't worry, Tristan owes you, and the Lancaster family won't go back on that. The Lancaster family will still spare no effort to find the miracle doctor Aiden to cure your illness and leg, so you can live a normal life."
Lark's face was covered in tears. "But Grandma, Tristan is the man I love most."
"Fine, then I'll have Tristan and Harriet divorce immediately, and you can marry him. How about that?" Haven suggested. "Harriet doesn't love Tristan anymore anyway. This way you fulfill Harriet's wishes and your love for Tristan too."
Lark froze.
Before, if Haven had said such a thing, she would have knelt down and kowtowed in gratitude on the spot.
But now, Tristan was basically a broken man.
She was a woman—how could she live as a widow for life?
If she could bear living as a widow, when Tristan had his accident and became vegetative, she wouldn't have racked her brains to come up with the kidnapping scheme to avoid marrying him.
She did love Tristan, but for a woman, the most important thing wasn't loving a man with all her heart—it was loving herself.
The man Lark wanted to marry was the best man in the world, not a broken one.
Lark said through tears, "Grandma, let's wait until Tristan wakes up to discuss this."
"No need to wait for Tristan to wake up." Haven said. "With my connections, taking their marriage certificate to court to process the divorce isn't difficult. Once they're divorced, you can marry Tristan immediately and become Mrs. Lancaster."
Lark hadn't expected Haven to press so hard. She could only say awkwardly, "Grandma, marriage is a big deal. I need to think it over..."
Haven smiled. "Lark, I know exactly what you're thinking. Tristan is ruined, so you don't want to marry him anymore, right?"
Lark's face showed the embarrassment of being exposed. "Grandma, I didn't think that."
"You don't need to explain. It's human nature, I don't blame you." Haven waved her hand, not wanting to see her anymore. "You can go."
Lark's hands gripped the wheelchair armrests tightly as she left in disgrace.
Xavier was stunned again.
In his eyes, Lark was the person who loved Tristan most in the world, dreaming of marrying him. Now the opportunity was right in front of her, and she wouldn't marry Tristan?
If it was true love, would she really give up just because Tristan couldn't perform sexually?
Xavier didn't understand.
Haven let out a long sigh and looked at Harriet. "Harriet, Tristan's injury has nothing to do with you. Don't blame yourself. What I just told Lark was the truth—I can have you divorced directly. Go home and get the marriage certificate, and I'll handle the divorce for you."