Babel Novel
Chapter 103
Chapter 103 “You can go.” After quite a while, Delbert forced the words out of his gritted teeth.
Mare, noticing his anger, thought for a moment and advised, “Calm. down, Delbert. This isn’t the time for rage. Let me help you deal with that scoundrel.”
“Go!” Delbert repeated, his voice heavy with bitterness.
He sat on the sofa with a chilling intensity in his downward gaze.
Delbert couldn’t believe that Vernon and Nora had the guts to deceive. him. He felt like his pride had been injured. He had wrongly believed Vernon, misunderstood Harriet, and even
had a rift with her.
Marc sensed an impending storm and reluctantly left.Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.
Delbert remained on the sofa, silent and expressionless, from noon
until evening.
No one knew what he was thinking, nor did anyone dare approach
him.
The chilling atmosphere around him terrified the servants.
As night fell, there was a sudden downpour, accompanied by thunder and lightning. Delbert snapped back to reality and resembled a vengeful spirit rising from the depths of darkness. He got up, ascended the stairs, and pushed open the bedroom door.
The thunder and rain muffled the creak of the door, ensuring Harriet remained asleep. With flashes of lightning illuminating the room, Delbert spotted a bulge under the blanket. He stood by Harriet’s bed, gazing guiltily at her sleeping face.
This girl held a special place in his heart, a connection he couldn't
sever.
Yet she lay there, tormented by nightmares.
In a serene home, a mother prepared medicine as her daughter, carrying a medical book, played nearby, content in their simple joys.
Without warning, the courtyard door was flung open. A menacing man stormed in and forcefully took away the little girl, who cried out
in fear.
Her mother, terrified, tried to intervene, but the man knocked her down and warned, “If you want your daughter back, bring the share transfer agreement and divorce papers to Meawood City tomorrow!”
Later, the man took the sobbing girl aboard a train to Meawood C
The following day, however, the mother didn’t show up.
Enraged, the man took out his anger on the little girl, even forcing her to kneel alone in the frigid courtyard in the dead of winter. On the following day, the girl burned with a fever. That was when her mother finally arrived in a weak state.
She handed over the share transfer agreement and divorce papers to the man, but he wasn’t satisfied.
He demanded more, even coercing her to hand over a confidential prescription that could fetch a high price.
The mother’s face turned ashen. She looked at the man she once loved deeply. He was nothing like before.
Little Harriet, just six years old, saw the man tormenting her mother. Despite her feverish state, she leaped from the bed, stood protectively in front of her mother, and shouted, “You villain! Stop bullying my
mom!”