Chapter 90 Deeply Loved by Her
Harriet was going crazy, gripping Tristan's pajamas tightly with both hands, her shy voice like a cat's meow, "Tristan."
Tristan kissed her but kept going.
After who knows how long, Tristan finally stopped, breathing heavily, his thin lips pressed against her burning lips, "Mrs. Lancaster, are you made of water?"
Harriet was mortified, "Stop talking."
Tristan teased, "Poor Rhea, already asleep, and now she'll have to be woken up to change the sheets."
Harriet's face turned even redder, "No need, I'll change them myself!"
"Okay." Tristan kissed her cheek, "I'm going to smoke a cigarette to calm down."
Harriet knew he must be really uncomfortable, but he still insisted on pleasing her.
Harriet felt sorry for him, "It's cold outside, put on a coat."
"Okay."
On the balcony, Tristan leaned against the marble railing, smoking.
Through the floor-to-ceiling glass, he could see Harriet changing the sheets in the master bedroom.
A smile unconsciously appeared at the corner of Tristan's lips.
He had once thought about setting Harriet free, but found he simply couldn't do it.
He thought, habits really are a scary thing. He was addicted to Harriet's love, wanting to be deeply loved by her forever.
Just like before.
The next morning, Harriet went to work on time.
Although she had taken leave, she hadn't been idle. Whenever she had time, she would read medical books. These past few days at the hospital, she had already finished the few medical books she'd brought.
Harriet put the book back on the shelf when Ian's voice came from behind her, "Harriet."
"Mr. Jones."
"Seeing you in good spirits puts my mind at ease."
"Thank you, I was never really that bad off." Harriet lowered her voice, "Mr. Jones, is there any chance Tristan's condition can be treated?"
"Haven't you examined him?"
"He's very resistant. I'm afraid he'll have a stress reaction, so I didn't dare force an examination on him." Harriet said, "After all, the hospital's diagnosis was very serious, saying it would be very difficult to cure."
"I can't say for sure right now. To treat him, I'd need to examine him first."
"Then I'll try to work on him, convince him to accept treatment."
"Good." Ian asked, "When men have problems with sexual function, their emotions get affected. Some even become violent, taking out their frustration on their wives. He hasn't been bullying you, has he?"
"Of course not. Tristan isn't like that. He has principles."
"That's good."
In the evening, Harriet got off work on time and returned to Cloud Bay.
Rhea had already prepared dinner.
The two were eating when Tristan's phone suddenly rang.
He answered the call, "What is it?"
"Tristan, come back quick!" Xavier's voice was so loud even Harriet could hear it, "Grandma fainted!"
Both of them were shocked and immediately put down their forks and rushed to the Lancaster Manor.
Haven's health was generally good. The last time she fainted was when Tristan had his car accident.
Harriet was anxious the whole way. When they arrived at the Lancaster Manor, she couldn't wait to examine the unconscious Haven on the bed.
"How is she?" Tristan asked.
"It should be fainting caused by emotional distress. Once she wakes up, as long as she keeps her emotions stable, there won't be a problem."
"That's good." Tristan breathed a sigh of relief, then turned to Xavier, "What exactly happened!"
"Tristan, why are you asking me? I'm not the one who made Grandma faint." Xavier pouted, "Grandma accidentally found out about your falling out with Dad. She went to see Dad, and the two of them got into a fight. She fainted as soon as she got home. Nearly scared me to death."
"Didn't I say not to let Grandma know about this? You blabbed again, didn't you?"
"How could I!" Xavier defended himself, "Do you think Grandma really just stays home in retirement not caring about anything? She has eyes and ears everywhere. How could she not know about changes in the company!"
Tristan understood.
It wasn't surprising that Haven had her own informants at the Lancaster Group.
Owen rushed over when he heard Haven had fainted. He and Tristan exchanged glances, both looking grim.
Since Haven hadn't woken up, no one dared leave the Lancaster Manor, so everyone stayed the night.
Tristan worked in a third-floor room while Harriet stayed on the second floor keeping Haven company.
"Mrs. Harriet Lancaster." Iris came in and said, "Mr. Lancaster is asking you to go to his study."
The Mr. Lancaster Iris referred to was Owen.
Harriet nodded, "Okay, you stay here and watch over Grandma."
"Okay."
Owen's room was on the second floor, with his study next door.
Harriet stood at the study door, took a deep breath, and knocked.
"Come in."
Owen's voice came from inside.
Harriet opened the door and entered, "Dad, you wanted to see me."
Owen, sitting behind his desk drinking coffee, raised his hand, "Sit."
Harriet walked forward and sat in the chair across from him.
Although Owen was nearly fifty, he was well-maintained. His handsome face showed no signs of aging. He could pass as Tristan's older brother.
Combined with his wealthy background and natural air of nobility, his every gesture was full of charm. No wonder so many women were willing to be his mistresses and bear his children.
Owen looked at Harriet, his usually cold and hard voice softening a bit, "That day I hit you, you're not angry, are you?"
Harriet shook her head, "Tristan getting hurt was my responsibility. I have no right to be angry."
"You're very sensible." Owen went with the flow, "But no matter what, I shouldn't have raised my hand. I'm glad you're not angry."
Harriet asked, "Dad, did you need me for something?"
Her intuition told her Owen hadn't called her here just to talk about this.
Owen opened the drawer beside him and directly took out a check, placing it in front of her.
Harriet looked down at it. The amount was three hundred million dollars.
Before Harriet could ask, Owen spoke, "Harriet, back when you were Tristan's mother's caregiver, you took very good care of her. You've also been very obedient these three years married to Tristan. This is what you deserve."
Harriet said, "Dad, I can't accept payment for nothing. I can't take your money."
"I'm not finished yet." Owen took a sip of coffee and said, "This isn't a reward for you, it's compensation. Compensation for your divorce from Tristan."
Harriet froze, "Divorce?"
Owen looked at her coolly, "You two were never a good match to begin with. If it weren't for Tristan's grandmother liking you, you would have divorced long ago."
Harriet clearly caught the disdain in his eyes.
Just as he said, they weren't a good match. An ordinary person like her was nothing in his eyes.
Harriet was silent for a moment, then spoke calmly, "Dad, I promised Tristan I wouldn't divorce him. And now that his body is in this condition, I have a responsibility to take care of him."
"Precisely because he's useless now, you need to divorce even more." Coldness spread through Owen's eyes, "As the heir of the Lancaster family, Tristan cannot have any weaknesses. But he actually took a knife for you, which means that in the future, anyone who wants to deal with him just needs to target you directly to threaten him. I will absolutely not allow such a thing to happen!"