Chapter 559: Chapter 559

Chapter 559:

After reflecting for a moment, he too sensed something amiss.

He gave a slight nod and said, “I can’t explain it, but she doesn’t seem like herself.”

“Exactly! Lindsay’s grandparents spoiled her, and yes, she’s always been a bit headstrong.

But this… This feels different.” Belen hesitated to criticize her daughter further but eventually continued, “And did you notice her expression when she saw the blood? At first, I thought she was shocked, but when she aimed to stab you, there was a disturbing fascination in her eyes.”

Wilton’s mind raced as Belen’s words brought clarity to the oddities he had dismissed.

All this time, he had been ensnared by Lindsay’s calculated deceptions behind the scenes, assuming her obedient side was merely an act. Yet, upon reflection, it became clear they had always recognized her facade, and her defiance was never truly concealed.

Belen gently held his hand, her voice uncertain.

“Do you think we should talk to Harlee?” Lindsay’s drastic change coincided with her fallout with Harlee, making Belen wonder if answers could lie there.

Without a better idea, Wilton reached for his phone and dialed Harlee’s number.

After several unanswered calls, frustration began to set in.

Harlee wasn’t ignoring Wilton.

From early morning, Harlee had been stationed outside the ICU, unwilling to leave for even a moment. The only phone in her hand was Clint’s, clutched tightly.

Tonya arrived with breakfast, crouching beside Harlee and gently grasping her cold fingers. Smiling, she coaxed softly, “You need to eat something.”

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Since Harlee’s last injury, Tonya had never seen her so on edge, though Harlee had confidence in her medical expertise and Clint’s safety.

Harlee, who was like a sister to Tonya, had finally fully integrated into the Sanderson family. This was something Tonya was grateful for. It felt good knowing someone as extraordinary as Harlee was now appreciated by others, not just herself.

Harlee shook her head and replied, “I’m not hungry.”

Tonya didn’t push. Instead, she brought the milk to Harlee’s lips.

“At least drink some milk.”

This time, Harlee accepted. Running on less than three hours of sleep and drained both physically and emotionally, she knew she needed to regain some strength to stay by Clint’s side.

Suddenly, a commotion erupted from the intensive care unit, followed by nurses and doctors rushing in. Tonya didn’t hesitate, pushing a piece of bread into Harlee’s mouth.

“Now, will you relax and eat in peace? I told you my medical skills are top-notch, and you still didn’t believe me? Hmph!”

Feigning irritation, Tonya crossed her arms.

Harlee took a large bite, chewing slowly before saying in a low voice, “Tonya, I’m really scared…”

The shift in Harlee’s tone made Tonya pause. She set aside the teasing and wrapped Harlee in a gentle hug.

“I know. That’s why I’m staying here with you.”

Except for the time Harlee went to Rhys’ ward, Tonya hadn’t left her side.

“I’m glad you’re here,” Harlee smiled.

With those words, they exchanged a quiet smile, easing the tension between them. They always knew when to let humor soften the moment.

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