Chapter 1093:
Tonya took Harleeâs hand gently and coaxed her softly.
âLetâs go. I need to share something with you.â
Tonya feared that staying any longer would only deepen Harleeâs anguish.
After a moment of hesitation, Harlee allowed Tonya to guide her outside. She understood Christopherâs actions stemmed from Tonyaâs concern for her well-being.
By the poolside, Harlee sank into a lounge chair, her eyes fixed on the bandages that encased her injured arm. The faint throbbing from the wound was insignificant compared to the ache in her chest. Rhysâ condition was still a mystery. The source of the poison remained unknown, and no treatment had been found.
Tonya seated herself beside Harlee, intuitively grasping Harleeâs thoughts. She gave Harleeâs hand a reassuring squeeze, her voice steady.
âWeâll get through this.â
âWill we?â Harlee whispered, her lips curving into a faint, bitter smile.
Her voice was so soft that it barely broke the quiet night.
The anguish in Harleeâs expression was unlike anything Tonya had ever witnessed.
Harlee, always unyielding and resilient, now seemed fragile.
âIâll work on developing a medicine to ease his suffering,â Tonya said, though she carefully avoided using the word âantidote.â She couldnât make a promise she wasnât sure she could keep. It was too challenging.
Harlee stared at her arm, her voice tinged with sorrow.
âHow much pain must Rhys have endured to end up like this?â
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Tonya remained silent, unable to find the right words.
âYou knowâ¦
His love for me runs deeper than mine for him,â Harlee murmured.
Many believed Harleeâs loyalty over the past three years was proof of her deep affection for Rhys.
Her symbolic marriage to the Green family had been viewed as an act of profound devotion.
But now, Harlee realized her feelings for Rhys paled in comparison to his for her.
He had masked his repulsion toward Anika with a facade for three long years, risking everything to eliminate an uncertain threat posed to her.
He had resisted the temptation to live alone, suffering through the agony of poison alone, just to take revenge for her.
He had endured being misunderstood, all to keep her safe.
Tonya understood Harlee all too well. Right now, Harlee didnât need adviceâjust someone by her side.
Harlee would find a way out of this whirlpool of guilt and rise to the challenges ahead.
They lingered quietly by the waterâs edge, the crisp evening air brushing past their skin like a fleeting whisper. It was harsh, almost stinging.
Harlee understood her path now. She couldnât let herself remain trapped in grief.
After a while, her face softened into a calmer expression. Turning her gaze to Tonya, she asked with a flicker of optimism, âDo you have any treatment plans?â
Tonya exhaled deeply.
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