Chapter 505: Chapter 505

Chapter 505:

“I didn’t want to do those things! But Harlee is always inching closer to Rhys, and you all spoil her endlessly!”

However, Lindsay’s attempt to shift the blame entirely onto Harlee only deepened Belen’s disappointment.

With a tired sigh, she pinched the bridge of her nose and spoke in a cold, clipped tone.

“If you genuinely believe you have done no wrong, then there is nothing more for us to discuss.”

Without waiting for Lindsay to reply, Belen seized the opportunity, citing a headache as an excuse, and retreated upstairs to rest.

Her confidence faltered.

She didn’t have the strength to steer her daughter back onto the right path, and deep down, she feared that saying too much might only make things worse.

She decided it was best to discuss the matter with her husband first.

Lindsay stormed upstairs, her anger simmering like a pot about to boil over.

She opened the forum with a sharp click and launched into a flurry of messages to Haylee, venting her frustrations.

Since that fateful day, Haylee’s profile photo had been inactive.

At Lindsay’s messages, Haylee’s reply came.

“I can help you get rid of Harlee for good.”

As Lindsay typed another lengthy tirade, another message from the other end arrived.

“But first, why not give her a taste of her own medicine? Make her leave that man.”

A wicked grin twisted across Lindsay’s face as her fingers flew over the keys, her excitement bubbling to the surface.

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“Okay.

Tell me what to do.”

“She values the Sanderson family more than anything, doesn’t she? You have two choices.

First, go after Clint, the Sanderson family’s fifth son.

He is an easy target.

Ruin his reputation and get him behind bars.

Second, use the Sanderson family’s disdain for Rhys to drive a wedge between him and Harlee.”

Lindsay didn’t hesitate for even a heartbeat.

Her reply was immediate and decisive.

“I choose both options.”

The birthday celebration, initially set at the lavish Grand Oak, was ultimately abandoned.

The cause was Liza’s unexpected coma, which stretched from early evening until late at night.

Concerned for Liza’s safety, Wilton remained by her side in the hospital, unwilling to risk any complications. In a modest gesture, Harlee and Rhys opted for a simple celebration with a small cake in the hospital’s VIP lounge.

The following morning, Harlee awoke, refreshed and vibrant, enjoying breakfast with her family.

As they finished, Brenton suddenly took Harlee by the hand and ushered her into the backseat of a waiting car.

Settling in, Harlee, arms crossed, cast a smile toward Brenton and asked, “What’s the matter, Brenton? Having second thoughts about Rhys again?”

Brenton, meeting her gaze, didn’t hesitate.

“Harlee, the more I think about it, the less suitable Rhys seems.

Why don’t you consider someone else?”

Earlier that day, as Brenton pored over the assistant’s report, his doubts about Rhys deepened.

Rhys seemed to attract trouble, with a string of undesirable admirers who targeted Harlee relentlessly.

This further soured Brenton’s already low opinion of Rhys.

Harlee, feeling a mix of amusement and exasperation, massaged her temples.

“Brenton, do you really think it’s so simple to switch my interest to another man?” Despite her brother’s concerns, she smiled slightly, her affection for Rhys clear.

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