Chapter 1190: Chapter 1190

Chapter 1190:

He pulled out his phone and brought up his chat history with Tonya.

“The fifth, tenth, fifteenth, twentieth, twenty-fifth, and thirtieth of every month.

Check for yourself—Harlee has been feeding the mythical golden insects inside you with her blood.”

Rhys froze in place, the color draining from his face as tension gripped his frame.

For the first time, he felt his legs give out, and a few steps backward almost caused him to collapse to the floor. Questions swirled in his mind.

How could he not have known? Why did Harlee always seem so composed and unbothered? How had Harlee managed to make such a sacrifice without him realizing it?

Jonathan, unwavering, delivered the final blow.

“What right do you have to bask in Harlee’s love when you repay her with nothing but ignorance?”

The urge to confront Jonathan dissolved.

From the moment he woke up in this fragmented state, he had clung to a fragile dream. Now, it shattered around him. The thirty-three-year-old Rhys—the whole, capable man—was infinitely better than the shadow he had become.

Satisfied with Rhys’ silence, Jonathan turned to leave Remson Manor. There was nothing left to say. This was his way of doing something for Harlee. If he couldn’t find happiness himself, at least she deserved it.

Slumped against the glass door, Rhys stared blankly at the floor, trembling as the earlier exchange played on a loop in his mind. Why would Harlee endure so much for him? Why would she willingly offer her blood to sustain the mythical golden insects? They weren’t even family. What kind of love had he forgotten?

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Gripping his head, Rhys tried to force his brain to cooperate, to conjure memories that weren’t there.

But nothing came. Nothing except the haunting image of Harlee offering her blood to nourish the mythical golden insects, a scene he had conjured in his mind after hearing Jonathan’s words.

Everything he had now—the life he was living—was based on the merits of the thirty-three-year-old Rhys, a much better version of him.

And yet, he had rejected those memories as if they were worthless.

Time passed in a blur. Rhys could barely breathe, his vision unfocused as tears burned his eyes.

And then, without warning, his body gave out.

He collapsed, unconscious, the weight of the truth finally too much to bear.

After their meeting concluded, Robbie and Jonathan exited, leaving Harlee still seated, somewhat dazed. Jonathan’s words had reached her ears, yet her mind remained empty. She found herself uncertain about the future of her relationship with Rhys.

“Mr. Green fainted in the glass room…” Just then, Robbie’s voice echoed from outside.

The moment Harlee caught the first few words, she immediately rushed out of the study.

Harlee moved so quickly that a sharp, unexplained pain surged through her, as if Rhys were fading from her life. With each step, this sensation intensified.

Gripping her chest, Harlee raced toward the glass room and, from afar, spotted Rhys on the floor with Tonya by his side, giving him first aid.

Thank goodness…

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