Chapter 688 Confidence
After putting down her phone, Ember kept trash-talking Desiree, just like Isolde was doing.
The ward was buzzing with everyone joining in.
At that time, Harold stormed in, looking pissed at everyone. "What the hell are you doing? Why?"
Why were they always ganging up on Desiree? Every conversation was about her, spreading lies and talking crap.
"Harold, Mrs. Lewis is sick. Don't yell at her. Think about her health," Isolde said, trying to sound all sweet as she walked over and grabbed his hand, "If you don't like us talking about this, we'll stop."
"Cut the act. You're terrible at it," Harold shot back.
He'd been standing at the door for a while, listening to Isolde and Ember's tag-team insults.
He'd been thinking about being nicer to Ember, but reality slapped him in the face.
He felt like an idiot.
"Harold, don't make a scene here. If you keep this up, don't bother coming back. I don't want to see you. Even if I die, you don't need to come," Ember, thinking about that recent text message, tried to provoke him.
The doctor had said her condition was really serious.
Harold was too worried about her to argue over an ex-wife. He'd definitely back down.
"Mom, your hospital stay costs over $300 a day. I've prepaid for a month. I'll get a caregiver to take care of you. I have important things to do, so I won't be coming back for now," Harold said.
"Harold, what's so important?" Isolde said, not happy, "Even if it's company stuff, it can't be more important than your mom."
If Harold didn't come, how would they get a chance to meet?
If she didn't get a chance to impress him, how could she marry Harold?
Isolde wasn't dumb. She'd checked Harold's company's financials. The numbers were great, and if the company kept growing, it would probably go public soon.
When that happened, Harold's net worth would skyrocket, and all of it would be marital property. She had to grab this chance.
"Last time I went home to get Rhodiola rosea, but didn't take it in the end. It should still be on the coffee table," Harold said, his face blank.
With every word he said, Ember got more nervous.
She had messed with the Rhodiola rosea, mixing in a bunch of fine Saffron residue. It wouldn't hurt a regular person, but it could easily cause a miscarriage in a pregnant woman.
If Harold went home to get it, he must be suspicious. Once he found out, their mother-son relationship would be toast.
So, she had to stop this from happening.
Ember quickly gave Wesley a look, and Wesley stepped up to persuade him, "Harold, it's just a jar of Rhodiola rosea. Why are you thinking about it? I threw it away last time. If you want more, I'll get a friend to bring you another box."
"This is so good that even you two can't bring yourselves to drink it, and you specially sent it to my wife. Now you say you threw it away?" Harold's eyes were full of sarcasm. They couldn't even lie convincingly.
Or maybe they thought that since he was their son, no matter what they did, it wouldn't be wrong.
How could kids really hold grudges against their parents? If they did, they'd be seen as ungrateful, so kids just had to suck it up.
"But don't forget, Desiree is from the Sandvik Family. Marrying me doesn't make her status lower than mine, and it sure as hell doesn't mean you can treat her like crap!" Harold snapped.
When Ember first married Wesley, they lived out in the sticks, and Wesley's mom was a real piece of work, always nitpicking.
Later, they busted their butts to buy a house in the city and moved away from the old folks, which made things better.
Ember couldn't do anything about Wesley's mom's crap, but Desiree was a different story.
Thinking about this, Ember changed her expression. "Harold, you are my son. Are you really gonna side with her over me?"
"My wife is my family. We're the closest. You're a wife too. Did you ever think of yourself as an outsider in the Lewis family?" Harold couldn't stand her old-fashioned views.
He was starting to see just how much Desiree had put up with during their marriage.
Before, he was all about the company, and Ember never gave him any trouble, always acting like the perfect mom. And Desiree wasn't one to complain.
So Harold had been blind until now, finally seeing Ember's true colors.
"You..." Ember's face turned red with anger, and her chest started to hurt.
What was he saying?
But seeing Harold about to leave, she couldn't dwell on it and quickly told Wesley, "Get out through the hospital's back door and go home to get rid of the Rhodiola rosea. Hurry, you have to do it before Harold gets there. You can't let him get it."
Suspicions were one thing, but finding evidence was another. Once the evidence was clear, no amount of denial would help.
Harold might even cut ties with her over it.
The thought of this made Ember shiver, and her breathing got faster.
Hermione noticed something was wrong. "Aunt Ember, I'll call the doctor. He's your good friend and will give you a thorough check-up."
"No need. Go after Harold and try to stall him. There's nothing wrong with me," Ember insisted.
She'd never been seriously ill all these years and was confident in her health.
Meanwhile, on Pearl's side.
Since the last time the men in black hacked the car screen, Oscar had been digging into this mysterious group.
At the same time, he beefed up home security, installed surveillance cameras, and hired a bunch of pro bodyguards to protect his family.
"Mom, when will Dad catch those bad guys?" For safety reasons, Christopher had been staying home with Pearl and Emily for the past few days.
He rolled on the couch and then sat on the floor to play with his building blocks. "Staying home is so boring. I want to go out and play with my friends."
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