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Chapter 230 The Ninth Young Master of the Harrises.
Perched in a lofty spot, with light streaming in from the doorway, Maggie glanced down and spotted man holding an umbrella amidst the rain veil.
He stood in the darkness, his attire seemingly infused with his presence, radiating an air of chilliness and a trace of hostility.
Nathael folded his umbrella, inclining his head slightly to meet Maggie’s eyes.
Suddenly, Maggie realised that Timmothy’s hand was still clasping her arm.
Maggie was taken aback.
What an unexpected turn of events!
What an unfortunate stroke of luck!
Nathael briefly fixed his gaze on Maggie before turning to the man standing next to her.
From a specific viewpoint, the umbrella partially hid Timmothy’s face as he lowered his gaze to meet Nathael’s, a faint grin appearing on his lips, hinting at defiance and insanity amidst the dark night’s backdrop.
After a brief pause, Timmothy shifted his focus and looked at Maggie’s ankle. “Are you injured, Maggie?”
Looking down, Maggie experienced a sudden twinge in her right ankle, as if a needle had pricked her when pressure was applied.
Extending the umbrella to Maggie, Timmothy bent down to check her condition.
Instinctively. Maggie flinched and retreated a few steps.
Timmothy’s extended hand found nothing to make contact with, but he remained unfazed, squatting as he glanced up at Maggie. “Looks like you’ve twisted it. It appears quite swollen.”
Underneath the rain curtain, as she passed him the umbrella and he squatted down, raindrops trickled onto his flawless face.
His eyes sparkled with clarity, his clothes and hair soaked.
Feeling a twinge of remorse, Maggie sheltered him under the umbrella and whispered gently, “I’ll manage to make it home. My boyfriend is coming to fetch me.”
Timmothy stood up, looking down at Maggie as he asked, “Do you genuinely love him?”
“Yes, I do,” Maggie admitted wholeheartedly.
After a moment of contemplation, Maggie remembered something and warned him, “Please, keep my poisoning a secret from him.”
Timmothy regarded her silently for a moment, then offered a faint smile. “So, this stays between us?”
Maggie paused for a moment before continuing. “And Mr. Hudson, maybe a few other doctors.”
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She didn’t want to hide anything from Nathael, but she hesitated to reveal her imminent fate if he were to find out about her impending demise.
Not long after, Nathael arrived at the scene.
The terrace door creaked open, and Nathael strolled towards Maggie, his gaze unwavering as he softly. inquired. ‘Are you okay?”
Maggie paused before confessing. Tve sprained my ankle.”
Frowning, Nathael squatted down, gently grasping her ankle in his palm.
This time, Maggie didn’t recoil, keeping the umbrella above his head.
His touch felt cool, with a subtle hint of chill as he gently examined her ankle, causing Maggie to reflexively pull back.
Timmothy remained close, his attention drawn to Nathael’s bared nape, a distinct and playful gleam in his
eyes.
Following a brief pause, Nathael stood tall and carried Maggie in his embrace.
Timmothy stayed in the rain, watching the two figures as they departed before trailing behind silently.
After a short while. Maggie found herself settled in the ground floor living room, a slight worry tugging at her. “Will this have any impact on the upcoming competition?”
While the piano mainly relied on hand gestures, some compositions required the use of pedals, causing Maggie to worry..
“After the swelling goes down, it shouldn’t be an issue. It should heal in about a week,” Naihael reassured softly.
As those words reached her ears, Maggie’s tension eased, and she lifted her gaze to meet his. “What brought you here?”
“I was concerned you didn’t have an umbrella in the rain, Nathael responded gravely. His expression was betraying genuine concern despite his cold demeanour.
Maggie let out a soft chuckle, sensing a hint of coldness in his words.
At that moment, Timmothy descended the stairs and spoke in a hushed tone, “Mr. Hudson, could you. please prepare a glass of hot water for Maggie?”
Spotting him, Maggie rose beside Nathael and said warmly, “Allow me to introduce you. This is my boyfriend, Nathael Harris, and this is…”
“No need for introductions, we’re acquainted,” Nathael interjected in a low tone. His eyes locked on Timmothy, his hostility evident
Timmothy coughed lightly and forced a smile. “It’s been a while, cousin.”
Maggie was momentarily taken aback.
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Timmothy glanced at her and gently clarified, “Maggie, I forgot to mention, my surname is Harris.”
Maggie was momentarily speechless, her mind drawing a blank.
His surname is Harrist
Timmothy Harris!
The grim and deranged member of the Harrises!
I just know his name as Timmothy, but it turned out his surname is Harris!
He is actually Nathael’s biggest enemy of the Harrises!
In a flash, a multitude of chaotic memories surged through her thoughts.
In her previous life, she only knew that the Harrises were primarily split into two factions–one faction revered Nathael Harris, while the other followed the ninth young master of the Harrises.
Prior to becoming Nathael’s wife, she had never encountered the ninth young master of the Harrises. It wasn’t until she became a part of the Harrises through marriage that she caught wind of some rumours about him.
also dark According to hearsay, the ninth young master of the Harrises was reputedly frail and ailing, yet and unhinged. Maggie had never heard Nathael utter his name, nor had she ever crossed paths with him.
However, she was aware that Nathael had sustained severe injuries on numerous occasions, all attributed to clashes with this ninth young master. Maggie never anticipated that the person described in the rumours would possess such an unassuming and innocuous countenance.
“Come with me, I’ll escort you home,” Nathael said, grasping Maggie’s hand and helping her to her feet.
Maggie snapped back to reality, feeling inundated by the day’s events. Her mind struggled to process everything that had transpired.
Only when Nathael settled her into the car did she finally voice her curiosity. “Is his surname truly Harris?”
“Yes.
Maggie lapsed into silence, then whispered after a pause, “What is he like?”
It wasn’t that she was particularly curious about him, but she struggled to reconcile the rumours‘ portrayal with Timmothy’s demeanour.
A contemplative silence lingered between them as Nathael withheld a direct reply. Instead, he offered at solemn admonition, “Keep your distance from him, and never meet him alone.”
In response, Maggie reclined in her seat, her lips sealed in quiet contemplation. Unbidden, memories of a rumour whispered by Mia in her previous life flooded her thoughts.
Whispers abound that on his mother’s birthday when Timmothy was merely sixteen, he purportedly presented his biological brother with a macabre gift–a severed finger.
On the eve of his eighteenth birthday, it’s said that he allegedly incapacitated his mother and brother with drugs before confining them to a room.
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Maggie recalled how, upon hearing Mia’s tale, she had dismissed it as mere gossip.
“It seems like this might be related to the Harrises‘ secrets. Why not bring it up with Nathnel later?” Mia suggested, casting a knowing glance at Maggie, who seemed slightly bewildered.
Maggie snapped back to reality, dismissing the notion. “No, that’s absurd! It sounds utterly fabricated, Can any rumours these days be taken seriously?”NôvelDrama.Org © 2024.
Mia’s expression turned serious as she added. “But Nathael’s behaviour has been increasingly erratic. My dad mentioned that considering his actions, it doesn’t appear to be a fabrication.”
Maggie’s interest was now thoroughly aroused, and she couldn’t resist inquiring further, “What transpired next? Did the rumours mention anything about what occurred afterwards?”