Chapter 581:
The doctor failed to immediately comprehend the gravity of Harleeâs words. It was only when his department head called him into the office that the repercussions of his actions dawned on him. Still, he harbored no fear.
After all, this was not his first time leveraging morality to reproach families for their alleged neglect.
Despite the considerable power and influence of the families he dealt with, he consistently managed to navigate through the complexities, even earning the hospitalâs praise. With a confident stride and a challenging glare, he departed.
Liam aimed to preserve his image as a commendable father for Harlee.
However, Harleeâs icy stare quickly muted him.
âStop pretending around me. Itâs revolting!â Harlee snapped, her eyes filled with contempt.
âYou could have made a difference earlier. Now, itâs too late!â
Harleeâs thoughts drifted back through the years, her heart growing colder with each memory.
Averie had abused her, and during her tumultuous exit from the Gill family, Liam had callously abandoned her.
And yet, now that she found success, he was suddenly cordial? Such bitter irony! If only he had stepped up soonerâ¦
A bitter resentment welled up within Liam. Indeed, if he had only recognized her worth sooner and shown her a shred of kindness upon discovering she was not his biological daughter, perhaps the chasm between them wouldnât be so vast.
He had believed that allowing Harlee to send his biological daughter to jail was the ultimate act of compromise, not realizing that he lacked both the justification and the influence to intervene.
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From beginning to end, he had merely been fooling himself.
Liam felt a deep, searing pain in his chest, a torment that blurred the lines between emotional suffering and physical distress.
He was overwhelmed with a profound sense of loss, realizing he had missed the chance to bond with this extraordinary daughter.
As Harlee reached the doorway, about to vanish from sight, she paused and cast a lingering, silent look back at Liam. In Harleeâs eyes, Liam perceived a chilling coldness, a mirror reflecting his years of neglect and oversight. Tears cascaded down his cheeks as he watched her slender figure disappear into the distance, the realization of his failures as a father piercing his heart like a dagger.
The sorrow of all Harleeâs silent suffering throughout the years weighed heavily on him, marking him irrevocably as a man who had failed at the most crucial role of his life. In a moment of painful clarity, Liam wondered why such insights struck him only now. Perhaps there was a moment in life when the fog cleared, unveiling truths that had once been hidden in obscurity.
But the time for amends had slipped through his fingers, leaving him only to yearn from afar, silently wishing her the happiness he had failed to provide.
Following his capture, Liamâs hatred toward Harlee burned fiercely, rooted in the detested role of being the one who once raised her.
But after some serious introspection, he actually felt a sense of gratitude.
At least some villains who werenât privy to Harleeâs indifference toward the Gill family still viewed him as her father, a role he now longed for. People really were a bundle of contradictions. What slipped away always seemed the most precious.
Once leaving the hospital, Harlee found herself inexplicably dialing Rhysâs number.
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