Chapter 636 She Felt Oddly Familiar

After Eustace left, Xavia stood in the courtyard and shivered from the cold. Refusing to let him have

his way, she tightened her collar and followed after him.

Harold was standing inside the room next door when Xavia passed by. She caught a glimpse of him

and felt a sense of familiarity. Curiosity got the better of her and she halted her steps. She gently

pushed the door open to take a closer look, but before she could see clearly, Harold raised his cane

and swung it toward her.

Xavia narrowly dodged the hit, but her movements were restricted due to her pregnancy and she

got hit on the arm. She let out a sharp scream of pain and was left stunned when she fixed her gaze

on Harold.

‘What?! How was this decrepit thing still alive?!'

"That child in your womb isn't Joseph's! How dare you deceive all of us, you vile witch!"

He had sensed that something was amiss long ago but had not managed to find any evidence.

However, everything was now crystal clear. Xavia had actively sowed discord between Joseph and

Chloe, inserting herself between them and wreaking havoc in their lives. But she had not stopped

there. She deceitfully claimed to be carrying Joseph's child, inflicting even more injustice upon

Chloe.

In the end, it was all just a scam.

"That’s not true, Grandpa. I am carrying Joe's child. You must have heard it all wrong since you're

old," Xavia said, attempting to deceive her way out. She glued her eyes on Harold, while also subtly

surveying her surroundings for any surveillance devices. "Didn’t you pass away a while ago?"

"What does that have to do with you?" Harold's face turned stern, his voice seething with anger.

"And don't call me Grandpa. You’re not my granddaughter. You have no ties to the Whitmans.

You've committed an immoral act, and you should prepare to face the consequences."

Refusing to say another word to her, Harold turned to head back to his room to call Joseph and

reveal the truth. Behind him, a malicious intent crossed Xavia's mind. She looked toward a nearby

flower vase before lowering her head to study her gloved hand, her gaze growing increasingly dark.

A loud noise echoed throughout the room as the vase shattered, its shards now splattered with

blood.

Harold trembled and his phone slipped from his hand, dropping to the ground as blood began to

trickle down his forehead. He stiffly turned around, locking eyes with Xavia.

"If you want to blame someone, blame yourself for meddling in my affairs and crossing paths with

me here today."

Harold felt dizzy, his lips parted in disbelief as he pointed at her, unable to fathom her heartlessness

and deranged behavior. But before he could utter a word, he collapsed to the floor.

Xavia showed no signs of panic. Knowing that the probability of Harold's survival was minimal, she

quickly fled the scene. Given his age, a fall like that could easily be fatal, and considering his

already frail health, being struck on the back of his head would likely be the end of him.

Having committed the act without any fear, Xavia felt exhilarated and excited. She had discovered

Harold's big secret of faking his death and was eager to report it to Cyrus so that they could

transform his staged demise into an actual one.

*

As Chloe arrived at her destination, she stood before Private Room No.2 and raised her hand to

knock on the door.

There was no response from inside.

She knocked again, "Is anyone there?"

Still no answer.

Was she here too early?

Chloe hesitated for a few seconds before gently pushing open the door. The strong smell of blood

instantly assaulted her, and she was met with a pool of crimson on the floor. Her gaze followed the

trail upward, where she found Harold lying unconscious on the floor. Her mind went blank, and she

reached out with trembling hands to check his breath. Though weak, she was relieved to find that

he was still breathing.

She had fallen asleep on her way here, and being her first time in this area of concealed, winding

paths, she was worried that she would not be able to accurately convey her location to emergency

services and potentially hinder the rescue efforts. Immediately, she got up and decided to seek

assistance from the staff to confirm the exact position.

As Chloe rushed out of the room, she collided with a woman coming her way. She felt like she had

caught a lifeline and quickly took out her phone to dial emergency services. Meanwhile, she asked,

"Excuse me, is this the commercial district in the northern region?"

Upon seeing Chloe, the woman smiled. Chloe stared at the woman and her brows slowly knitted

together. Even though she had never met this woman before, for some reason, she found the

woman’s face oddly familiar as if she had seen it a thousand times.

"Yes, this is the commercial district in the northern region. What's the matter?" the woman asked.

Chloe's mind was preoccupied with worry for Harold, so she momentarily set aside her puzzlement

about the woman and urgently dialed emergency services. "Hello, my grandfather is injured and I

need an ambulance."

The woman froze for a moment. She took a few steps forward, and upon seeing the scene inside

the private room, she screamed in fright.

"What happened, baby?"

When Nathan heard Amelia's cry, he rushed out from the adjacent private room to check on her.

Amelia pointed anxiously at Private Room No.2, then shifted her gaze toward Chloe. Nathan was

surprised to encounter Chloe here but first went to check on Room No. 2. The scene that greeted

him left him horrified.

"What's going on, Chloe? How is Mr. Harold..."

After calling emergency services, Chloe replied, "He was already like this when I came in."

Nathan's brows furrowed deeply, and he did not say anything more. Instead, he immediately

contacted Joseph. When the ambulance arrived, he went with them as they rushed Harold to the

emergency room, where Joseph arrived at the same time.