Chapter 1432: Chapter 1432

Chapter 1432:

“Lucius’ deceit shattered Harlee’s heart, so she clings to her memories of Tonya as a way to justify her sorrow for a while.”

With that, Rhys exited the room, picked up his phone, and started reaching out to the Sanderson family. He was determined not to let Harlee linger in feelings of unlove. She deserved to be cherished more than anyone else.

Jianna fell quiet. She had been concerned that Rhys might not truly understand Harlee, but fortunately, Rhys deeply valued her. The fact that the Sanderson family also held great affection for Harlee brought relief to Jianna.

Jianna made her birthday wish this year and whispered inwardly, “May the people who stay with Harlee for the rest of her life cherish her, so she will no longer suffer.”

Harlee dreamt of a life where she had not been abandoned but had grown up joyful with the Sanderson family. In her dream, she was treated like royalty, never facing any struggles. Her parents adored her, and her five older brothers were eager to tell everyone about her presence.

And in this dream, she married Rhys through an arranged match, with no initial love between them. Their affection blossomed only after the marriage. Despite her seemingly perfect life in the dream, she felt no joy because the members of the Shadow Moon Society were absent from this dream.

A profound sadness jolted Harlee awake. The absence of the Shadow Moon Society in her dream left her feeling an intense longing, urging her to escape the dream.

When Harlee opened her eyes, Rhys was there, sitting quietly by her side, watching over her.

Rhys gazed at her tenderly, his voice filled with concern as he asked, “Are you feeling okay?” His warm hand rested on her forehead, his touch full of silent worry.

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Harlee tried to respond, but her throat was dry, making it hard to speak. Surprise flickered in her eyes. Had she not just taken the antidote and gone to sleep? Why did it feel like she had been in a deep sleep for a long time? And why did this room bear such a strong resemblance to one at Remson Manor? Was she still dreaming?

Harlee’s eyes widened as she took in her surroundings, trying to discern reality from dream.

Rhys noticed the flicker of emotion in Harlee’s eyes and immediately understood what was racing through her mind. He handed her a glass of water, his tone soft yet firm.

“You’ve been out for three days straight. Your throat’s probably as dry as the Sahara. Take a sip first, and then I’ll fill you in.”

Harlee gulped down the entire glass, the cool water soothing her. Her voice was still raspy when she finally spoke, her words tinged with disbelief.

“Three days? You’re telling me I was out cold for three whole days?”

Rhys adjusted the pillows behind her so she could sit up more comfortably, his expression clouded with restrained fury.

“The moment you took the antidote, you fell into a deep sleep. If Goodwin hadn’t assured me a hundred times that your body was fine, I’d have made sure Lucius paid for every ounce of this—tenfold!”

At the mention of Lucius, an almost feral hatred flared in Rhys’ eyes, burning like wildfire.

Harlee could feel the intensity radiating off him. The weight of it all sank in as her hand instinctively drifted to her belly. Panic tinged her voice as she asked, “And the baby? Is the baby okay?”

Rhys placed a reassuring hand over hers.

“The baby’s fine,” he said, his voice softening.

“The poison had dug its claws in deep, but the three days of sleep were part of the antidote’s process. It gave your body the time it needed to recover and flush everything out.”

Harlee arched a skeptical brow.

“That’s some miracle work.”

“It is.”

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