Chapter 86 You Disdain Him
So much had happened in just one night.
Just yesterday, they were still a couple of strangers about to get divorced.
But after one night, there was now an unbreakable bond between them.
Harriet could tell that Tristan looked terrible.
She had a vague idea of what happened and looked at Haven, "Grandma."
Haven wiped her tears, "It's all Xavier's fault. He accidentally let it slip."
Xavier stood nearby looking regretful.
Harriet curved her lips slightly, "Grandma, you've worked hard. Please go back first. I'll take care of him here."
"Alright." Haven said, "Then I'll go back and have someone prepare dinner, and send it over later."
"Okay."
Haven and Xavier left soon after.
Harriet came to the bedside, "Are you hungry? Should I go make you something to eat first?"
Tristan closed his eyes and said nothing.
Harriet made the decision herself, "I'll go to the kitchen and make you some porridge."
Harriet cooked some light, easy-to-digest porridge and brought it out to feed Tristan.
Although his face still looked terrible and he hadn't said a word, he still opened his mouth and drank the porridge.
Harriet stayed with him in the hospital room the whole time.
Since he didn't want to talk, she just sat quietly without disturbing him.
In the evening, Iris brought dinner over, and Harriet fed it to Tristan.
"Mrs. Lancaster, you should eat too," Iris reminded her.
"Okay."
Harriet went to the small table nearby to finish her meal, then instructed Iris, "Tristan's diet should be as light as possible these next few days. I'll send you a menu later to follow - low salt, low oil."
"Yes, Mrs. Lancaster."
Harriet turned to glance at Tristan and said, "Tristan, rest for a bit. I'm going to see Iris out."
Tristan remained silent.
Harriet went straight downstairs to another hospital room and knocked before entering.
Lark was painting her nails. When she saw Harriet come in, her face immediately darkened, "Why are you here?"
"Tristan is in a really bad mood. You should go see him."
"What?" Lark laughed, "Harriet, aren't you the one who hates it most when Tristan and I meet? What's gotten into you today?"
Harriet looked at her, "He's very down. I think right now, only you can comfort him."
She didn't want to see Lark at all, but for Tristan's sake, she had no choice.
If he kept bottling things up like this, Tristan would eventually develop serious problems.
Lark admired her red nails and sneered, "Harriet, don't think I don't know what you're up to. When Tristan was healthy, you hated me and wished I was dead."
"Now that Tristan's body is ruined, you're disgusted with him and want to push him onto me, right? Harriet, you're really calculating."
"I've never been disgusted with him." Harriet said each word clearly, "I don't want to see him lose his will, but I can't comfort him. You're different - you're his first love, the person he cares about most. Only you can give him confidence and courage."
"You finally admit that I'm his true love!" Lark looked down at her triumphantly, "Harriet, what are you anyway? Just a tool. How dare you compete with me!"
Harriet closed her eyes, "Yes, I'm not worthy. Please go talk to him properly and help him pull himself together."
"Now you know to give in? Weren't you so tough before?" Lark sneered, "Harriet, I hate your fake face the most. You're the one who's disgusted with him, but you pretend it's for his own good."
Harriet frowned slightly, "I can understand you refusing Grandma's proposal and not wanting to marry him. But he's been so good to you, and now is his most difficult time. You won't even comfort him?"
"Yes, I'm heartless and you're noble. So why are you coming to me? If you're so great, keep living with him for the rest of your life." Lark pointed at the door, "Get out!"
Harriet wanted to say more, but Lark's phone suddenly rang.
"Harriet, don't you understand? Get out!" Lark urged.
Harriet had no choice but to leave.
Lark glanced at her phone screen - it was an unknown number.
She answered irritably, "Who is it?"
The other person said something, and Lark's face changed dramatically, "What did you say?"
Harriet went to the rooftop of the hospital to calm down before going back downstairs to Tristan's room.
Just as she reached the door, she heard a woman sobbing inside.
Harriet opened the door and was surprised to see it was Lark.
Lark sat in a wheelchair. When she saw Harriet return, she wiped the tears from her face and said, "Harriet, you're back? I listened to you and came to take care of Tristan. You can go do your own things now."
Harriet frowned, "What did you say?"
Was she hearing things?
Just downstairs, Lark hadn't even been willing to come see Tristan.
"Didn't you ask me to come keep Tristan company?" Lark looked innocent, "Now that Tristan is disabled, it's understandable that you want to push him onto me. We don't blame you. I'll take good care of Tristan. Even though he's disabled, I'll never leave him. I'll stay by his side forever."
Harriet's frown deepened. Based on Lark's behavior since Tristan's accident, she wasn't someone so devoted.
Now she was acting completely different - could she have some other motive?
Before Harriet could figure it out, she heard Tristan's low, cold questioning voice, "Harriet, did you ask Lark to come keep me company?"
Harriet was startled. Tristan was actually speaking.
Sure enough, only his beloved Lark could make him talk.
Harriet nodded, "Yes, I asked her to come."
Tristan laughed coldly, "You want to push me onto her, is that it?"
Harriet pressed her lips together and said nothing.
She just wanted Lark to counsel him, to help him release his inner pain.
She could heal his body, but the wounds in his heart - perhaps only Lark could heal those.
Seeing her silent, Tristan took it as confirmation. His face turned dark with anger, and he said through gritted teeth, "Harriet, do you even have a heart?"
"Tristan, don't blame Harriet. She's just thinking of herself. Your body doesn't work now, you can't satisfy Harriet's sexual needs, so of course she wants to push you onto me." Lark looked at him with determination, "But don't worry, no matter what you become, I'll never leave you."
After speaking, Lark waited for Tristan to kick Harriet out, then hold her excitedly in his arms.
Maybe in his excitement, he'd even kiss her passionately.
But after waiting a long time, Tristan had no reaction. He just stared at Harriet standing at the foot of the bed, his handsome, pale face filled with anger, like a storm about to break.
His presence was too powerful. Lark couldn't help shrinking back and said carefully, "Tristan?"
Only then did Tristan come back to his senses. Without even looking at Lark, he said coldly, "Lark, go back."
Lark froze, "Tristan, Harriet doesn't want you anymore, she's disgusted with you, you..."
Before she could finish, Tristan suddenly roared, "Shut up!"