Chapter 226
“Christie, I’m here to see you and your family,” Harvey said as he entered, his tone unusually humble. “Last night, I lost my head and acted impulsively. Please forgive me.”
Irene scoffed. “Sorry, but we won’t accept your apology. You can turn around and leave.”
Harvey was unfazed by Irene’s sharp tone and brushed off her hostility as if he had anticipated it. His eyes scanned the room, but when he did not see Christina, his expression hardened.
“Where’s Christie? Where did she go?”
Irene sneered. “Where? Far away from you, of course. Harvey, you should just give up. After what you did last night, none of us will ever forgive you.”
She added smugly, “And just so you know, Christie and Andrew are back together. Right now, they’re probably cozying up somewhere.”
Harvey’s face turned dark in an instant, his eyes blazing with rage like he was ready to explode.
Francesca, who had been leaning against the wall watching the scene unfold, frowned and snapped, “What nonsense are you spouting, old hag? Don’t drag Dr. Lloyd into your baseless gossip!”
Irene shrugged defiantly. “Oh, did I say something wrong? Christie is with Andrew right now. He already took her away–everyone saw it.”
Francesca’s temper flared. “Dr. Lloyd took Ms. Stevens to get something to eat and change into warmer clothes–nothing more. But the way you spin it makes it sound disgraceful!” Harvey was already consumed by fury, and he roared, “Enough! All of you shut the hell up!” He turned to the man standing behind him and barked, “Mr. Fletcher, my father sent you here for one reason: to uphold justice for the Weller family. It’s time for you to act. I want Andrew dead–now.”
Harvey was not just accompanied by his usual bodyguards this time. Standing at his side was a lean, rigid man in a gray suit, exuding an air of menace.
Zayne Fletcher gave a curt nod, his voice chillingly calm. “Rest assured, Mr. Weller. That man won’t live to see tomorrow’s sunrise.”
Francesca’s expression shifted from anger to alarm as she recognized the man. Zayne was one the Weller family’s top martial experts, known for his ruthlessness and deadly precision.
He was a figure of infamy, someone who sent shivers down the spines of those in Jayrodale’s elite circles.
Francesca clenched her fists and tried to keep her voice steady. “Harvey, this is a hospital, not the Weller family’s playground. Are you seriously trying to start a feud with the Rhodes family and my family?“,
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She was grasping at straws, invoking her family’s name in the hopes of intimidating Harvey enough to make him back down.
Yet, Harvey simply smirked, his expression dripping with malice. “Francesca, do you really think I’ve been bottling up all this humiliation and rage just to be swayed by a few empty threats? My father sent Mr. Fletcher here for a reason. Do you really believe that if Andrew is killed here in this hospital, your grandfather or the Rhodes family will be able to do anything to us?”
His arrogance was palpable, and Francesca’s unease deepened. She had suspected this level of boldness could not come from Harvey alone.
And now, he had made it clear. This was not just his plan alone. Kane was also involved. The involvement of the Weller family patriarch meant things were about to get dangerously
serious.
