Chapter 704 Adding Fuel to the Fire
On their way out, Daryl was trying to talk sense into Liam, but every word he said just made things worse.
Right as they got to the door, they bumped into Harold.
"You've got some nerve showing up here! Harold, you hurt Desiree so bad, what are you doing here now?" Liam rolled up his sleeves, fists clenched.
Liam was usually a calm, reasonable guy who didn't need to get physical to make a point.
But now, all he wanted was to punch Harold in the face to let out his anger for Desiree.
"Mr. Sandvik, I'm sorry, I didn't take good care of Desiree, I..." Harold started to apologize sincerely.
But before he could finish, Daryl cut him off.
His heart was racing, and he was scared the truth would come out, so he quickly tried to get Harold to leave. "You two are divorced, you have no right to be here. Get out! You've already broken Desiree's heart, do you want to hurt her parents now too?"
"Daryl, even if you want to be with her, have some decency!" Harold gritted his teeth.
As they said, love rivals got especially heated when they met.
Plus, Daryl's character was shady, and everything he did was downright despicable.
He wasn't ashamed, though. He wore a smug smile. "Harold, you're out of the picture. If I were you, I'd get lost and stop bothering Desiree, and quit with the sneaky stuff behind the scenes."
As soon as Harold saw the fury etched across Liam's face, he knew exactly what had sparked it—the venomous online rumors swirling around Desiree.
Liam must believe he was behind it all, purposefully making Desiree suffer. But how could he ever hurt the woman he once loved so deeply?
"Mr. Sandvik, those things online..." Harold tried to explain.
Daryl was in full panic mode and threw a punch at Harold.
He had one thought: he couldn't let Harold spill the truth, or all his efforts would be for nothing.
Liam and Tessa liked him now because they liked the act he put on. Once they saw his true colors, it would be game over.
If the punch had come from Liam, Harold wouldn't have dodged, but it was Daryl who hit him.
So he wasn't going to take it.
Harold grabbed Daryl's fist and kicked him, and they started to brawl.
Harold, who had been working out for years, was stronger than Daryl, but Daryl fought dirty, always aiming for weak spots.
"Calling you despicable is being nice." Harold easily blocked Daryl's attacks.
Just as he was about to land a punch, Daryl suddenly shouted, "Harold, you're so good at fighting, you must have been abusing Desiree at home, right? No wonder I saw a bruise on her arm last time, and she had to wear a jacket over her dress to cover it up."
Desiree did have a bruise on her arm, but it was from accidentally bumping into something while going down the stairs, nothing to do with Harold.
Their daily interactions were always warm, and Harold couldn't bear to hurt Desiree in the slightest.
But in Daryl's twisted words, Harold was painted as a sinister figure, a domestic abuser, and Desiree as the helpless victim. The narrative stoked the flames of Liam's anger.
Already predisposed to distrust Harold, Liam quickly latched onto Daryl's fabrications, his animosity deepening with every passing moment.
How much had Desiree suffered during her marriage?
And those online rumors, with so many people misunderstanding and insulting Desiree, using all kinds of nasty language to attack her, made Liam even more furious.
He couldn't hold back anymore and joined the fight, his angry fists landing on Harold over and over.
"Mr. Sandvik, Daryl's a scumbag, you can't believe a word he says. I never hit Desiree, and I never meant to insult or frame her." Harold didn't want to hurt Liam, so he just dodged.
He explained as he dodged.
But Liam, blinded by rage, only believed what he had already decided. "Your mother is no good, always giving Desiree a hard time, so how could you be any better?"
Harold was at a loss for words.
As a man, he could understand Liam's feelings. If his daughter were the one being hurt, he wouldn't want to listen to his son-in-law's explanations either.
Even though he never wanted to hurt Desiree, Ember had deeply hurt her.
And blood ties couldn't be severed.
Even if he was completely different from Ember and couldn't do such things, would anyone believe his explanations?
"Harold, you're just trying to explain because you're afraid of being resented by the Sandvik family, which would affect your little company, aren't you?" Daryl took the chance to kick him a few more times.
He kicked hard, and one kick landed on Harold's waist. Thinking about how Harold and Desiree had been married and done all sorts of intimate things, he wished he could break Harold's waist with one kick.
Because Desiree was his woman, and she always would be.
"If you had truly treated Desiree well and kept your promises to me, even if we didn't approve of you, we would have helped you. I wouldn't want Desiree to suffer. But you hurt her so much, and I'll settle every score with you!" Liam grabbed his collar and told him angrily.
Helping was out of the question, but he didn't mind making things worse.
Didn't Harold want to run his company well?
Then let him watch his hard work be destroyed bit by bit!
Only then could Liam's anger be appeased.
Harold couldn't care less about the company now, he was only concerned about Desiree.
But every time he tried to speak, Daryl would deliberately interrupt and maliciously twist his words, further angering Liam.
As a result, Harold was so furious but couldn't do anything about it.
Liam kept holding onto his collar, so he couldn't leave, and he couldn't strongly resist since Liam was his elder.
Just as Daryl was maliciously spreading lies, Isolde hurried over.
From a distance, she saw Harold being held by Liam, and tears streamed down her face as she ran over to stand in front of Harold, stubbornly glaring at Liam. "You're an elder, and we respect you, but aren't you going too far? How can you treat Harold like this!"
"Is this your lover?" Liam squeezed out the words through gritted teeth.
He glanced at Isolde standing in front of him, then glared at Harold. If looks could kill, Harold would have been torn to pieces by now.
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