Chapter 18
Olivia watched Harrison with cold amusement as he crumbled under the weight of his own regret.
She didn’t say another word–just turned around and walked away.
Harrison tried to chase after her, but Silas blocked his path once again.
That sent Harrison over the edge. He lashed out blindly, throwing a sloppy punch at Silas in a rage–fueled haze.
“Get out of my way! Don’t stop me from getting my wife back!”
Silas sidestepped easily, contempt curling in his voice.
“Your wife?” he scoffed. “Look at yourself, Lowell. Do you really think you deserve her? Give it up.
She’s not yours. Not now, and ever.”
“Son of a bitch!” Harrison lost it completely. He charged again, this time swinging wildly.
But this time, Silas didn’t move–he caught Harrison’s wrist midair and slammed him back with practiced force.
He caught Harrison’s wrist mid–air and shoved him back without effort.
Ever since Olivia left two years ago, Harrison had drowned in whiskey and insomnia, collapsing more than once from gastric bleeds and hypoglycemia. The man standing here now–disheveled, broken–was a far cry from the ruthless heir of Rivermont.
He never stood a chance.
With a dull thud, Harrison crashed backward into the wine tower behind him.
The sound of shattering crystal and sloshing red wine silenced the entire ballroom.
A cascade of red drenched his designer suit. Shards of broken glass sliced across his face. Blood and wine dripped down together–an image of utter ruin.
Then, like fate had a twisted sense of humor, his voice echoed through the stunned hall.
“I’m sorry. I know–I ruined everything…”
“Emily Ross is worthless. She doesn’t know a damn thing. I was blind to think she was special. I
covered for her–helped her hide the damage she caused. So many people died because of it…”
Chapter 18
隠された皇帝~帰郷の宴 (日本語吹替版)
90.00%
>
“She’s paying for it. Her life’s a nightmare. I swear–if it would make you smile again, I’d end her
myself.”
Everyone had heard the rumors–about Harrison Lowell, about the chaos that followed him. But
now, hearing him admit it, in that pitiful, pleading tone… even Rivermont’s most jaded elite froze-
breath caught, expressions unreadable.
The king of Rivermont, groveling.
The man who never bowed to anyone, now lay bloody, begging, and broken.
And in that oppressive silence, Olivia reappeared.
She raised her phone. The screen glowed in the dim hall, flickering like judgment.
“Touching speech, Mr. Lowell,” she said, her voice crisp. “The police will love it.”
Without another word, she looped her arm through Silas’s and turned to leave.
Just as they reached the ballroom doors, she paused. Turning back, she looked one last time at the
man on the floor.
“Harrison,” she said, her tone low and steady, ” for Lily’s sake, and for the Wests, I hope you stay far from their graves. Don’t poison what little peace they have left.”
With that, she walked away for good.
Harrison lay there, bloodied, humiliated, unmoving.
He watched her figure recede, farther and farther, like she was walking out of his life forever.
He tried to get up–tried to reach her.
But pain shot through every inch of his body. He staggered to his feet for barely a second before
collapsing again.
Darkness devoured him.
He passed out cold.
14
After a battery of urgent medical tests, the diagnosis came in:
Stage IV liver cancer.
Invasive.
Unforgiving.
Time was not on his side.
