Chapter 6

Lydia Reese POV

When the back courtyard door of the club was locked from outside, the laughter from the party hall hadn't stopped.

I stood behind the door, hearing Harrison say through it, "Think it over. Then come out and apologize."

I spoke through the door crack. "I won't apologize."

Outside went silent for a few seconds.

Harrison's voice grew colder. "Watch her. No one is allowed to let her out."

The bodyguard acknowledged.

My phone was confiscated. There were no chairs inside. I could only stand against the wall.

Night wind drilled in from the corner. There was still undried water on the floor. The hem of my dress quickly became wet.

In the party hall, the proceedings continued as usual.

Christine's wrist was wrapped in gauze, yet she still forced herself to serve drinks to everyone. Seeing her like that, the guests felt even more sorry for her.

Vincent took the opportunity to sigh to the Carter family members. "Lydia has been spoiled since childhood. Christine is the truly sensible one."

Harrison didn't say a word on my behalf.

The fact that I was locked in the back courtyard was suppressed by the pre-wedding party.

At first, I could still stand steady.

Later, my lower abdomen cramped heavily. My fingers went numb from the wind. I knocked on the door. The sound was torn apart by the wind.

"Get Harrison. I don't feel well."

The bodyguard went to ask for instructions.

When he returned, he only said through the door, "Mr. Carter's event isn't finished yet. Miss Lydia, please be patient."

I looked at that door and didn't knock again.

I slowly crouched down against the wall. The damp cold seeped through the hem of my pants up to my knees. Outside the door, people whispered.

"Wouldn't it have been better to just apologize?"

"Insisting on making such a scene. Who's to blame?"

At the same time, Christine found Vincent.

Her eyes were red, her voice soft as if afraid, seeming to think of countermeasures. "Vincent, Lydia may have already transferred the assets. I saw a message at her door."

Vincent's expression changed drastically.

"Are you sure?"

"I wouldn't dare speak carelessly." Christine lowered her eyes. "Lydia probably doesn't want me to take that money into marriage."

This sentence was more vicious than tattling.

Vincent immediately had people return to the Reese house to check the safe and trust accounts, and arranged for people to guard my room.

"When she comes back, bring her upstairs immediately."

When the party dispersed, the bodyguard finally discovered I had already passed out.

When the door opened, cold wind mixed with moisture rushed out.

When Harrison arrived at the lounge, the doctor had just helped me onto the bed. My face was pale, my wrist scraped by the door edge, my dress hem still wet.

He frowned at the bodyguard. "Why didn't you say something earlier?"

The bodyguard lowered his head. "I asked for instructions once."

Harrison's expression froze for a moment, quickly suppressing it.

"You didn't say it was serious."

He had the doctor treat me and instructed his assistant, "Tell everyone she drank too much and felt unwell."

When I woke, Harrison sat beside me.

His tone lowered somewhat. "Don't be so stubborn in the future."

I looked at him without speaking.

Harrison continued, "Christine's wrist is badly injured. Tomorrow the two families will continue discussing the wedding. After you go back, don't upset Vincent anymore."

My throat was dry, but my voice was steady.

"I was locked up until I passed out. Christine's wrist turned red. Harrison Carter, which one matters more to you?"

Harrison fell silent.

He avoided the question, only having the driver take me back to the Reese house.

When the car reached the Reese house entrance, I leaned against the window and saw the people Vincent sent were already waiting at the steps.