Yvonne pleaded desperately, her voice trembling. “Please go see him! You might be the only one who can wake him up!”
It was rare to hear her speak so openly.
I looked down at her from where I stood, making no effort to respond.
“Miss Grant, you’ve known Victor since childhood. Surely you can visit him just this once!”
Yvonne began sobbing dramatically. “It’s my fault. I was too arrogant! Miss Grant, if you agree to my request, I’m willing to step
aside! Please, Miss Grant, I’m begging you!”
I was just beginning to frown when a sharp voice interrupted from beside me.
“Who let you in? This isn’t some open house where people can just stroll in.”
Emily’s bluntness had only grown since the time I compared Victor to a dog.
“Security! Escort our guest out!”
Yvonne was promptly removed from the villa and never managed to set foot inside again.
It should have been an insignificant incident, but the more I thought about her words, the more they didn’t sit right with me.
Victor was ill and calling my name?
His feelings for me were never that deep.
And then there was what he mentioned about dreaming of marrying me.
What if he, too, had been reborn?
The thought made my skin crawl. If I, by some twist of fate, could live this life over again, who was to say it wasn’t possible for
him too?
But if Victor truly recalled our shared past, how would that reshape my carefully planned next step?
I promised Graham that if he joined forces with me, it would take only three decisive moves to hand him the Harlow family’s
reins.
The bitter lessons of my past life had taught me one thing: Victor could not be allowed to settle comfortably into his position as
the family’s heir.
I made arrangements to monitor Victor’s every move closely.
Though he gradually recovered his health and appeared normal on the surface, something felt off.
