Celestial Queen: Revenge Is Sweet When You're A Zillionaire's Heiress - Chapter 895

Chapter 895:

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“Belinda, I need to tell Nathaniel.” Belinda, recognizing the courage it took for Harlee to step forward, gave a solemn nod of approval, her heart heavy with the knowledge of Harlee’s intentions to mend the fractures.

Jose and Belinda had never blamed Harlee since Rhys had chosen his path knowingly, valuing Harlee above his own life.

As his parents, they bore the pain with heavy hearts, honoring his decision. Jose, standing by silently, added his own caution, his tone soft yet earnest, “Just remember, tread lightly with your words. Nathaniel cherishes Rhys above all else.”

“Understood.” Harlee nodded in agreement.

As the clock struck 4:30 p.m., at a rustic estate nestled in the countryside, owned by the Green family, Nathaniel made his way back from a relaxing fishing trip.

Harlee had been perched in the living room for the past half hour, anticipation coloring her demeanor.

Upon entering, Nathaniel, with a broad grin spreading across his face, handed his fishing gear to Cullen.

“Harlee, when did you arrive? Why didn’t anyone inform me?” he exclaimed with a chuckle. With a composed tone, Harlee responded, “I’ve just gotten here.”

“Impeccable timing! I’ve snagged a hefty catch today. Looks like fish stew’s on the menu tonight,” he exclaimed, his voice brimming with enthusiasm.

Then, Nathaniel strode toward the study.

As he turned, a solitary tear escaped from the corner of his eye.

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Harlee caught the glimmer of the tear, and her heart skipped a beat. She realized Nathaniel was already aware.

He had simply chosen to remain silent about it.

Choosing to ignore the tear, Harlee settled back into the sofa, her posture relaxed but her fists tightly balled in her lap, a silent testament to her turmoil. Nathaniel and Cullen all tacitly agreed to overlook it.

Later that evening, Nathaniel, Harlee, and Cullen gathered around the dinner table, the air thick with unspoken words.

Nathaniel occupied the chair at the head of the table, while Harlee and Cullen were seated along its length on either side. The name “Rhys” hung unspoken in the air. With evident enthusiasm, Nathaniel began describing each dish to Harlee, his eyes frequently twinkling as he smiled at her.

As Nathaniel watched Harlee eat, he leaned in, his voice soft yet clear.

“Harlee, you’ve come to discuss Rhys, haven’t you? Despite my age, my heart still sees clearly. I knew what was happening right from the start…

Don’t carry the burden of guilt.

He loved you dearly.

His aim was always to shield you. You’re not to blame, and I don’t hold you responsible.”

Harlee gently set her fork down, meeting Nathaniel’s gaze with a grave expression.

“If only I had been more vigilant…” she began.

But before she could delve deeper into her regrets, Nathaniel cut her off gently.

“There’s more on your mind today than just Rhys, isn’t there?”

Suppressing her feelings of self-reproach, Harlee nodded slowly, her resolve firming.

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