Chapter 445
She looked like, if she had a knife in hand, she’d finish Lauren off right then and there.
Anastasia was seething. It already took all her effort just to keep her relationship with Harrison safe, and now Lauren was practically begging for trouble.
For a split second, Lauren was actually intimidated. But underneath, anger blazed even brighter.
Ever since she’d married into the Brennan family, no one had ever dared lay a hand on her.
“How dare you hit me? Are you out of your mind?” Her face was deathly pale, her whole body trembling with rage.
Anastasia scoffed. “So what if I hit you? Who do you think you are? What, are you trying to threaten me with the Brennans again?”
“You didn’t learn your lesson last time, did you? Still haven’t figured out your place do you really think you’re some kind of princess here?”
Lauren suddenly remembered Mrs. Brennan’s harsh words. Her face flickered between white and red as she dug her nails so hard into the floor she nearly broke them.
“Lauren, I’m warning you-don’t you dare set your sights on my husband. If you do, I’ll make you wish you were never born.”
Anastasia’s eyes flashed coldly. With that, she turned stiffly and strode away.
She hurried inside. The moment she saw Harrison, her heart finally loosened. ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ.net
“Sweetheart!”
She rushed into his arms, looking up at him with worry. “You didn’t listen to Lauren, did you? She’s up to no good-don’t believe a word out of her mouth!”
Hearing the anxiety in her voice, Harrison gently stroked her hair. His gaze was deep, thoughtful. After a moment’s silence, he said, “Lauren claims she can cure me.”
Anastasia’s mind went blank for a second. She blurted, “No! You can’t let her treat you!”
Her reaction was so intense, her grip on his shirt tightened until her knuckles turned white.
Noticing her distress, Harrison quickly pulled her close, looking down at her with concern. “I haven’t agreed to anything. Darling, what’s wrong?”
Anastasia’s eyes grew a little red. “It’s nothing,” she whispered.
She ducked her head, hugging him tightly, trying to hide her turmoil.
Lauren’s return had ripped open old wounds from her past life.
Back then, Harrison was only supposed to live until thirty. In the end, he made it to thirty-two, and not because of his illness-but because of a car accident.
Why did he last two more years? Because someone treated him. That someone was Lauren.
Lauren had used her mother’s
medical notes, which just happened to include a similar case. But the
notes weren’t complete-the treatment described was unfinished or maybe her mother had never managed to perfect it.
Lauren didn’t care. She followed the notes anyway and treated Harrison. The result? He got two extra years, but every single day of those years was spent in unimaginable agony.
Anastasia had never understood it. Harrison, at the beginning, had already resigned himself to his fate. endure such
Why later wou THE
inhuman suffering just for a few
more days?
It wasn’t until her soul lingered in the world for three months after death that she finally learned the answer.
Logan, exhausted, had come to tend Harrison’s grave. Someone with him had asked, and as Logan burned a slip of paper, he replied—
“Mr. Lancaster just wanted to protect his wife. If he could have one more day, he’d take it.”
Over seven hundred days and nights, every one of them spent in pain that would break most men, he never once hesitated or regretted it.
All because he wanted to keep Ana safe.