Chapter 369: Thank You For Being With Me
When Myra heard Edward's tearful apology, she actually smiled.
"There's no need for that," she said, her tone calm, almost detached. "Your apology means nothing."
"I know, but..." Edward faltered.
"Honestly, you could've just told me back then," Myra whispered softly. "If you'd told me, I would've divorced you. There was no need to fake your death. Look at what it's done-your family has suffered because of you."
Edward didn't know how to respond.
What could he say? That he hadn't had the courage? That he didn't know how to face his wife and son, or his father?
Back then, he had felt the Thomson family was a cage. He longed for freedom, a life unrestrained by anyone.
Seeing him silent, Myra added, "I wonder how Lorenzo will react when he finds out."
"He doesn't know yet?" Edward asked, his voice unsteady.
"I haven't told Grandpa yet," Harrison said coldly.
"He's old. I don't want to burden him with this."
Edward's eyes drifted, his thoughts racing.
"Then... maybe we shouldn't tell the rest of the Thomson family. It's already done... what difference would it make now?"
Before he could finish, Myra suddenly grabbed the water glass from the table.
Without a word, she walked up to him and splashed the entire glass of water in his face.
Adeline stood there, speechless.
She swore that when she poured the water, she had no idea it would be used like this.
"Feeling awake now?" Myra's voice was icy.
Edward stammered, struggling to speak.
"After everything, you're still trying to escape? Edward, you really are a coward!"
Myra said, her voice rising in frustration.
It wasn't until this moment that Myra's calm
facade cracked a little, a flicker of emotion showing through. But it quickly vanished again.
"We need to go to Orianto. Let's get the divorce papers signed," she said, her voice eerily composed.
Edward froze.
He couldn't help but mutter, "It doesn't seem necessary, does it?"
To him, "Edward" had already died in Orianto. He had been dead for over a decade.
"But it is necessary for me," Myra said, her voice steady. "Once I sign those papers, I will no longer be tied to you in any way."
When she first heard the truth, Myra hadn't been, this calm.
She had been overwhelmed by an indescribable sorrow and anger. But once those emotions subsided, a cold calm took over her.
Now, one thought consumed her mind. She had to divorce Edward.
She needed to sever the last tie that bound her to him, to stop living every day mourning a husband who no longer existed.
She wanted to reclaim her life, to live for herself.
At that moment, she was surprised at her own restraint. She hadn't screamed, cursed, or even lashed out at Edward.
She was so composed that it even frightened her a little.
Edward truly didn't want to go back to Orianto.
He feared facing the Thomson family there-especially after everything that had happened.
But at this point, he had no choice.
Harrison wouldn't let him refuse Myra's request.
"Fine... I understand," Edward said, lowering his eyes, his voice defeated.
Myra then turned to Harrison and Adeline.
"You two go out. I need to talk to him alone."
"Okay."
Once they stepped out of the room, they saw Britney standing outside, arguing with two bodyguards blocking her path.
"You can't stop me! I'm Edward's wife. I'm going to find him!" she shouted.
Before she could say more, she spotted Harrison and Adeline.
"Where's Edward?" she asked, panicked.
"Why didn't he come out with you?"
Her eyes darted to the door of the room, her lips trembling.
"Edward... they're alone in there? What... what are they doing in there?"
Britney was terrified.
She feared that once Edward and Myra were alone, their old feelings might reignite.
She wanted to rush in and pull Edward out, but the bodyguards wouldn't let her. In desperation, she screamed, "Edward! Come out here, you heartless man!"
"Will you stop?" Adeline said, her patience wearing thin. "You're the only one who still thinks he's worth anything. Nobody else does."
Britney looked embarrassed, but she couldn't stop herself from asking, "So what are they saying in there?"
"I don't know," Adeline replied curtly, before turning away. "Let the guards take you back to your room."
Adeline took Harrison by the arm and led him to another empty room.
The hotel was owned by the Mendoza Group, so she had access to any room she wanted.
Once inside, she looked at Harrison with concern. "Are you alright? Maybe you should rest for a bit."
"I'm fine," Harrison said, ruffling her hair with a smile. "After these past few days, l've adjusted.
I've accepted that my father faked his death and left us."
Originally, he had worried that Myra would react too emotionally when she found out the truth, but now he could see that Myra was more composed than anyone had expected.
Still, despite his reassurances, Adeline pulled him gently down onto the sofa.
Harrison leaned back, his eyes tired, the dark circles under them betraying his sleepless nights.
Suddenly, he reached for her, pulling her into his arms.
"Harrison..."
"Don't move," he whispered, his voice soft.
"Just let me hold you for a while."
Adeline settled into his embrace, listening to the rhythm of his heartbeat.
As she counted his heartbeat, Harrison suddenly spoke, his voice low. "Adeline, thank you."
"Thank me?" Adeline blinked, confused.
"Thank me for what?"
"Thank you for staying by my side."
Adeline couldn't help but laugh. "When have you ever been alone in a tough situation?
You've always had me with you. And back when we weren't even together, you wouldn't let me thank you. But now, I'm your girlfriend, and you're thanking me?"
Harrison chuckled. "It's different now."
"Different how?"
"I don't know... I just wanted to thank you. Thank you for being with me, for wanting to be with me."
His serious tone caught her off guard, and suddenly she felt the urge to cry.
But she fought it back, unwilling to shed tears in front of him. Instead, she playfully pinched his cheek.
"You really are a fool."
Harrison smiled, about to say something, but just then, a knock came at the door.
"Who is it?" Adeline asked.
"It's me, Miss," came a bodyguard's voice from the doorway. "That little girl, Alondra, wants to see Mr. Thomson."
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