Chapter 843 Marrying Harold's Son
"Yeah, I know." Sarah nodded vigorously, took a deep breath, and then knocked on the ward door.
Antonio thought it would be best to give them some space first. After hearing the voices inside, he said, "You go in and talk to Cynthia. I'll go get us something to eat."
"Okay." She watched Antonio leave and then walked slowly towards the ward.
Cynthia, lying in the hospital bed, still looked a bit pale. She was half-leaning on the bed, and her once-cloudy eyes now seemed inexplicably kind and gentle.
Overall, she was in pretty good shape.
Cynthia was also looking at Sarah, with confusion and surprise in her eyes.
Maybe she didn't expect a pregnant woman to come see her so early in the morning.
Sarah walked to the bedside, her palms sweating. "Cynthia... I, I'm Sarah. Do you remember me?"
"Sarah?" Cynthia looked at her face, a natural smile on her kind face. After a while, she said, puzzled, "Sarah, have I seen you somewhere before? Why do you look so familiar?"
That one sentence made Sarah burst into tears.
Cynthia was really getting better.
"Of course we've met." She took her hand, crying and smiling. "Do you remember? My mom is Carol. I found you in Marshall City."
"Carol's child?" Cynthia's eyes froze for a moment, and even her hands trembled involuntarily. "Sarah, you said your name is Sarah, right?"
"Sarah, come... let me take a good look at you."
She had now regained her old memories but had forgotten everything from her illness. She just felt a strong sense of familiarity looking at Sarah.
"It's so good to see you all grown up. No wonder you look so familiar; you look just like Carol. It's a pity about your mom..."
Sarah let her gently stroke her face, tears streaming down her own. "Cynthia, why don't you come live with us from now on? My dad is at home too. He'll be so happy to know you're awake."
Cynthia still looked a bit dazed and didn't immediately understand who she was talking about. "Are you talking about Kevin?"
"Yeah, my dad knows you're in the hospital."
"How has he been all these years?"
"He's doing okay," Sarah said with a smile. "He had some health issues before, but he's recovered well now."
Cynthia sighed, "That's good. He and your mom really had no fate together. It's good that in his old age, he has such a caring daughter by his side."
"I'll always be by your side too. I'll always be with you."
"Good." Cynthia smiled contentedly, but then her expression suddenly froze.
She grabbed Sarah's hand, her face full of fear. "Sarah, has any bad person come looking for you? Harold."
'Harold, that demon! If he knew about Sarah, he would definitely seek revenge on her!' Cynthia thought.
"Cynthia, I'm fine!" Seeing the fear in her eyes, Sarah quickly patted her back gently to comfort her. "Don't worry, Harold has been caught. He's in prison and will never have the chance to hurt us again!"
"Prison?" Cynthia's eyes were momentarily blank, then she looked up. "You... you mean it?"
She had been tormented by that madman Harold for so many years. Hearing this news now felt surreal.
"Really." Sarah looked into her eyes and gave her a definite answer. "He has paid for everything he's done. He will never appear in front of you again."
"That's good." Cynthia smiled blankly.
"That's really good. He finally got what he deserved. Your mom and Carter can finally rest in peace." Hearing her mention her two mothers, Sarah thought she should also tell Cynthia about Antonio. But she wondered if Cynthia, who had just woken up, could handle so much news at once.
Before she could organize her thoughts, Antonio knocked on the door and came in.
"Cynthia, Sarah." Antonio was carrying breakfast. He walked over and placed it on the table. "Why don't you eat something while it's hot, and then continue talking?"
Cynthia looked at Antonio's face, growing more and more alarmed.
Why did Antonio look so much like Harold?
Antonio was about to introduce himself when his phone suddenly rang. He accidentally hit the speaker button, and the voice on the other end was clearly heard by everyone.
It was an employee from the Harrington Group in Marshall City.
"Mr. Harrington, the project at the Harrington Group is almost..."
He turned off the speaker and apologized, "Sorry, I need to take this work call."
He then stepped out of the ward to take the call.
Cynthia stared at his back in a daze, then murmured, "The Harrington Group? That man just now, is he a Harrington?"
How could it be such a coincidence?
Someone from the Harrington family appearing right beside them was definitely not a coincidence!
She turned to Sarah, her voice growing stern. "Sarah, what's going on? Did he just say he's a Harrington? What's your relationship with him? What's his relationship with Harold?"
By the end, she was almost losing control of her emotions.
Sarah was startled. "Cynthia, let me explain slowly."
Seeing her hesitant look, Cynthia became more convinced of her suspicions and said sharply, "No need to explain, just answer my questions!"
Cynthia was getting angry.
But at this moment, she couldn't lie, or it would be even harder to cover up later.
Sarah felt a chill in her heart but still said under her intense gaze, "He... uh, he is indeed a Harrington, but now he's a Valencia. And he's my husband. We already have three kids. Cynthia, you should meet the kids someday, they..."
Cynthia interrupted her, "Why didn't you answer the last question?"
Sarah closed her eyes briefly, then said helplessly, "He is indeed Harold's son in name, but..."
"There's no but!" Hearing this confirmation, Cynthia didn't want to hear anything else.
"Sarah, you're really foolish!" Her eyes turned red instantly, and she struggled to control her emotions. "How could you marry Harold's son? Huh? You've really disappointed me! Don't you know what Harold did to your mom, to us? No, you must know, he's in prison after all."
Carol suffered so much because of Harold and didn't even have a peaceful end.
Cynthia's own life was ruined by that madman!
But in the end, Sarah married the son of the man they hated the most!
How could she not be angry? She simply couldn't understand!