Chapter 1240:
Forcing a smile, Harlee emulated Tonyaâs last smile and reached out. As her hand made contact with the urn, the sharp taste of blood overwhelmed her. With her remaining strength, she spat blood onto the floor. Her vision blurred, and her legs collapsed.
âHarlee!â Robbie, from his wheelchair, watched in horror.
Jonathan, clutching Christopherâs urn, shook with concern, and Patrick nearly lost his grip on Hamiltonâs urn.
Rhys, ever Harleeâs protector, caught her firmly in his arms. He issued calm instructions to Patrick and the others about their next steps before he carried her away.
Unbeknownst to all, Rhys himself was also bleeding, his bandages saturated, yet he remained silent, concealing his pain through sheer determination.
At the hospital, Harlee lay semi-reclined on the bed, surrounded by Lonnie, Skyla, and her five brothers. They engaged in light conversation, deliberately steering clear of any topics related to Tonya.
Lonnie and Skyla had just arrived, missing the funeral. Harleeâs siblings had made a brief appearance to pay their respects but hadnât spoken to Harlee until now. This was their first real catch-up in months.
Harlee observed her siblings silently, her face blank. It wasnât that she lacked the desire to respond. She simply felt too disinterested in everything. The weight of the previous dayâs funeral seemed to have taken something essential from her.
Suddenly, Harlee caught her breath and started coughing uncontrollably.
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Lonnie quickly stood to pat her back soothingly, while Skyla offered her a straw in a glass of water. Brenton and the others bombarded her with concerned remarks.
Seeing their anxious expressions, Harlee gathered some energy to calm them. âIâm fine. Donât worry so much.â
Typically, Harlee preferred to lean on Tonya with her troubles, so their evident concern made her uncomfortable.
âIâm just tired and need to sleep a bit,â Harlee muttered.
Despite Harleeâs wish to appear stronger, exhaustion prevailed, and she simply voiced her need for solitude. Tonya had always reassured her that many paths were in motion for her.
Catching each otherâs eyes, Lonnie and Skyla stood. âOkay, get some good rest. Weâre right outside if you need us.â
Brenton and the others seemed to want to linger, but Lonnie and Skyla gently herded them out of the room.
Once alone, Harlee reached for her phone on the nightstand. She hesitated briefly before deciding against opening the photo album filled with memories of her and Tonya. She wasnât ready to move on.
Instead, Harlee opened her messaging app and sent a voice message to Aldrich. âHelp me track down Waylon. I have to be the one to bring him to justice.â
Aldrich responded promptly, âIâm on it.â He missed the funeral because he was busy tracking down Waylon.
Harlee proceeded to make a few more arrangements before switching off her phone. She gazed out the window, pondering what her parents and brothers might be discussing with Rhys. Over the past few days, Rhys had been her constant companion, diligently caring for her. Today, however, he wasnât there. She woke to find only the Sanderson family with her. Harlee mistakenly thought her familyâs disapproval kept Rhys away. What she didnât realize was that Rhys had collapsed from his own blood loss after getting her to the hospital.
Rhysâ injuries were no less severe than Harleeâs, but he had been putting on a brave front, enduring it all.
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