Chapter 757: Chapter 757

Chapter 757:

By the end, Harlee had polished off nearly the entire dish.

After washing up again, Rhys studied her thoughtfully before speaking.

“Lee… This morning, I mentioned wanting to tell you about my parents.”

Harlee placed her utensils down, her expression softening.

“I’m listening.”

With a calm demeanor, Rhys said, “If not for my grandfather’s persistence, I might not have maintained even a superficial relationship with them.”

Rhys’ parents cared for him but valued their independence above all else. When Nathaniel offered to take over raising Rhys, they quickly agreed.

In his early years, Rhys resisted his grandfather’s guidance in the business world, longing to be near his parents like any other kid. Yet, every attempt to bond with them was met with rejection. Over time, he stopped trying, retreating into himself, and their bond eroded until it became nearly nonexistent.

As they aged, Jose and Belinda tried to repair their broken relationship, but by then, Rhys had no interest in rekindling a connection that felt unnecessary.

“In truth, nothing dramatic happened. We just drifted apart,” Rhys said plainly, as if recounting a story unrelated to him. Yet, Harlee detected a subtle ache beneath his composed tone.

Under the soft glow of the light, his expression seemed distant, and Harlee felt a pang of empathy. She reached for his hand, her lashes lowering slightly as she said softly, “Whatever path you choose, as long as you follow your instincts, I’ll always support you.”

Emotion swirled within Rhys, though he couldn’t fully name it. Was it gratitude, or something deeper?

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Their eyes met in silence, an unspoken but firm bond forming in that quiet exchange. In that fleeting moment, they understood each other perfectly without saying a word.

Each silently resolved to do something meaningful for the other when the time came.

Just then, Rhys’ phone buzzed.

He answered it, and the person on the other end said sharply, “Mr. Green, for now, Clive Schneider and Douglas Schneider have infiltrated Matteo’s base. We’ve secured full surveillance of their operations.

Clive reports that Hale isn’t in Uwhor but may be hiding in Mogluylia, plotting something against Miss Sanderson. Should we prepare in advance?”

Rhys’ expression darkened, his gaze quite murderous. With a grim expression, he replied, “I see. Tell Clive and Douglas to stick to the original plan.”

“Understood. Should we assign additional personnel to handle Hale?”

“No need,” Rhys replied coldly.

“Patrick will deal with it.”

“Understood, Mr. Green!”

After ending the call, Rhys stifled the chill in his demeanor. Turning to Harlee, who was still sipping her soup, he said warmly, “Take your time. I need to check on something in the kitchen.”

Harlee waved him off and said, “Go ahead.”

Harlee had overheard his call and knew she needed to act swiftly regarding Hale.

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