Chapter 49
After a while, the woman finally lifted her head and spoke to Henry gently, “Both Mommy and Daddy still love you very much, but we’re just not staying together anymore. If you miss Daddy, I’ll take you to him, alright?”
Sure enough, he has family problems—looks like his parents are getting a divorce.
Myra merely stood aside quietly while Henry lowered his head sadly. It was only at this moment that the woman noticed Myra.
“And you are?” she asked awkwardly yet curiously.
“This is Uncle Tony’s… friend, Myra,” Henry said in a low voice after the topic shifted. He slipped out of the woman’s embrace and walked over to Myra. “She got lost earlier, so I brought her back.”
“Hello.” Feeling slightly nervous, Myra tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear and smiled at the woman.
If my guess is correct, this woman must be Tony’s eldest sister, Serena Hart, who had happily married into the Reyer family with a huge dowry. This is so unexpected…
Serena had been in a bad mood recently, so she brought her son back to the Hart Residence. After hearing Henry introduce Myra, Serena looked at her blankly.
My youngest brother has a lady friend?
“I see. So you’re Tony’s friend? How about we go inside and sit down? Grandpa asked Tony to come back today to discuss some matters, so he’ll probably be busy for a while.” Serena smiled gently at Myra.
“Myra, let’s go in,” Henry urged, taking Myra’s hand. He had no idea why he felt such a connection to her despite just meeting.
Serena couldn’t help but cast a few more glances at Myra. It was surprising to see Henry, usually reserved, becoming so comfortable with a woman he’d only just met.
Feeling slightly embarrassed, Myra waved her hands, politely declining the offer. “It’s fine; I’ll just wait here.”
“Then I’ll wait here with you,” Henry said quickly.
Serena blinked, looking at her son in surprise. Seeing that he had calmed down, she simply said, “Alright, I’ll bring some tea for both of you.”
Without waiting for a response, she walked into the mansion, leaving Myra no chance to politely refuse her offer.
As Serena’s figure disappeared inside, Myra couldn’t help but think of her own mother. When her mother went through a divorce, it felt like her family was breaking apart just like Henry’s. Myra couldn’t hold back anymore, and she turned to Henry. “Your mom is still young. If she really divorces your dad, she can start a new life. Don’t you want your mom to be happy, Henry?”
Upon hearing that, Henry froze, lowering his head. After a long pause, he muttered, “I just want to live together with everyone…”
After all, he was still young and couldn’t fully grasp the complexities of adult troubles. Myra had been the same way as a child—she didn’t want her parents to separate. She gently held Henry’s hands, noticing him try to pull away. She tightened her grip, not letting him escape. “I was too young to understand back then. I didn’t want my mom to divorce my dad. But now, it’s something I regret deeply. Henry, your mom loves you so much. Shouldn’t you care for her too?”
There were many things Myra regretted in her life, and that moment was one of them. She regretted not stopping her mother from leaving the family. If she had, maybe things would have turned out differently.
The thought made Myra’s body tremble slightly.
Henry noticed this and grabbed her trembling hand firmly. “Are you cold, Myra?”
“No, I’m not.” Myra took a deep breath to calm herself and caressed Henry’s head. “Your mom is much more upset than you right now. You need to put yourself in her shoes, Henry.”
Henry froze at her words. Just as he was about to say something, an old lady walked toward them. Immediately, Henry stood up straight and greeted her respectfully, “Hello, Great-grandma.”
Myra was startled to hear that but quickly turned around to look in the same direction as Henry. The old lady approaching them wore a scarf around her neck. Her hair had turned grey, but she looked energetic and solemn. Despite her age, her presence radiated wealth and elegance, her hair tied neatly behind her head.
As though she had heard the conversation between Myra and Henry, she gave Myra an impassive glance before narrowing her eyes and shifting her gaze to Henry. “Why haven’t you gone inside yet? It’s getting late.”
Henry seemed to revere her. Hesitant, he turned to Myra before replying, “I saw this young lady lose her way, so I brought her back here. I’ll go in soon.”
Lisa Hart nodded indifferently and looked at Myra once more.
“Hello, Old Madam Hart,” Myra smiled at her.
Without any change in her expression, Lisa asked, “And this is…?”
“She’s Uncle Tony’s friend!” Henry quickly interjected before Lisa could finish her sentence.
Lisa’s eyelids fluttered slightly. She looked at Myra again before nodding curtly and walking away.
Once she had left, Henry patted his chest in relief. “Don’t worry, Myra. She’s my great-grandma. Though she looks stern, she’s actually a nice person.”
In truth, Myra wasn’t afraid of her. She just felt awkward meeting her for the first time but was relieved that Lisa didn’t ask any questions.
Soon after, before Serena could return, Tony emerged from the mansion, his expression cold, with Leo in tow. He looked furious. Even though his face remained indifferent, his thin lips were pressed into a grim line. When he reached Myra, he didn’t even glance at Henry. Instead, he grabbed Myra’s hand and marched toward the silver-grey Bentley Mulsanne.
“Director Hart…” Myra protested, but Tony didn’t seem to hear her. He didn’t loosen his grip.
Myra helplessly turned to look at Henry, who seemed shocked at the scene.
“Bye!” she called out to him.
Henry, watching Tony drag Myra away, had a furtive smile on his face as he waved at her.
“Bye, Myra! Do visit soon!”
Back in the mansion, Lisa had returned to the living room, where Sebastian was pacing back and forth furiously, muttering, “This rascal! How dare he show me his defiant attitude? If I catch him, I’ll skin him alive—”
Before he could finish, he noticed his wife.
Despite his usual short temper, Sebastian softened as soon as he saw Lisa. He immediately stopped complaining and turned to hold her hand with a smile. “Lisa, I was just kidding. Tony is your blue-eyed boy—how could I do anything to him? By the way, have you had the chicken broth I asked the maids to prepare? It’s your favorite!”
Lisa merely shot him an indifferent glance. “Aren’t you going to skin my grandson alive?”
Sebastian grinned, his earlier solemn demeanor vanishing. “Whoever dares to hurt my grandson, I won’t let them off the hook!”
Hearing his words, Lisa, who rarely smiled, finally cracked a slight grin.