Chapter 106: Chapter 106

Chapter 106:

Do you understand?”

“I understand,” Callie responded, tears quietly rolling down her cheeks.

How had her daughter become this way?

Etta, annoyed by Callie’s crying face, waved her hand dismissively. Then, she took a picture of her injured arm and sent it to Fletcher.

“Fletcher, it looks like Harlee has some kind of temper problem. This morning, I invited her for breakfast, and she ended up throwing oatmeal at me and slicing my arm with a broken bowl. I’m not too worried about the cut, but I’m concerned that Harlee might be dealing with something serious…”

Fletcher’s response came right away.

“Has Harlee lost her senses? Are you alright, Etta? Have Callie take you to the hospital. Tomorrow, when I return to the country, I will have a serious talk with Harlee.”

Sitting at his desk, Fletcher’s veins throbbed. If Harlee, who had just reconnected with them, indeed had such severe temper issues, he would, without a second thought, commit her to a psychiatric facility. No one was allowed to disturb the tranquility of the Sanderson family.

With Fletcher’s response, Etta’s lips twisted into a smug smile.

“I may not be able to handle you, Harlee, but someone else certainly will.”

And then there was Liliana…

Etta was sure Liliana would be more than eager to eliminate Harlee.

Harlee left home for Brixton’s villa. The previous night, she had asked for his address, having originally planned to visit him in a few days.

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However, Brice mentioned that Brixton’s mother, Zandra Torres, had ordered three dresses from Janessa Studio, prompting Harlee to move up her visit. Moreover, she had some business to discuss with Brixton.

“Mr. Torres, Miss Sanderson is waiting for you in the lounge upstairs.”

At this, Brixton stopped playing his game on his phone and asked, “Does she look happy?”

The butler was unsure.

“Happy, I suppose?” He guessed Harlee seemed content. She had been polite when she greeted him, after all.

Brixton exhaled in relief, patting the butler’s shoulder appreciatively.

As long as Harlee seemed cheerful, he wouldn’t have to worry that she had come to confront him aggressively.

In the upstairs lounge, Harlee sat in front of a board game, her brows knitted as she pondered her next move.

“How’s the situation with Liliana?” she asked.

Brixton fidgeted and scratched his head.

“Harlee, I… don’t want to continue seeing her. It just doesn’t feel right.

Can I…”

“No.” Harlee raised her gaze, fixing it on Brixton with a thoughtful expression.

“However, if you truly wish to stop seeing her, it’s not entirely out of the question.”

Brixton shivered slightly.

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