Harry raised his hand as if to flick my forehead, but then sighed heavily and dropped it. He just said I was the one who pulled you out. Have you packed your things for the trip?”
I nodded faintly.
There wasn’t much to pack. A few clothes and I could leave this place behind.
“I don’t even need to ask to know who’s behind this,” Harry said grimly. “That guy, the one from the Lombart Family. He must’ve done something to you, didn’t he?”
“President Morris always spoiled you back then. Even the slightest argument and she’d fight tooth and nail for your sake. She turned down countless big deals just for you.”
“Yet now … how did it come to this?” He sighed deeply.
Harry’s words brought back vivid fragments of the pool incident. Yet, I did not answer his question, Instead, I asked, “Where … where is Auntie?”
He hesitated before nodding toward the door.
I dragged myself out of the bed and shuffled toward the door. As I peered through the gap, I could just see the room across the hall.
Auntie was sitting by the bed. In her hand, she was holding a bowl of porridge. She carefully blew on each spoonful before feeding it to him, the man from the Lombart Family.