Chapter 214 Maybe It’s Fine
Seeing the team of specialists lined up for Leonard’s consultation, filled with both domestic and international experts, I finally felt a sense of relief.
The thought that Leonard might recover after the session lifted my spirits.
That evening, as I returned to the Harmon residence, I braced myself for a tough conversation with Mr. Harmon Senior, ready to convince him of the importance of Leonard’s treatment. But I didn’t expect to find not just Leonard but Amelia in the house, too.
Amelia seemed completely at ease, dressed in casual loungewear, as if she had been staying here for a while.
When she saw me, she hesitated for a moment before returning to her usual composed
demeanor.
“What are you doing here?” I asked her as I couldn’t quite make sense of the situation.
Before I could respond, Leonard rushed over and immediately positioned himself protectively in front of Amelia.
“She’s my girlfriend. She can be wherever she wants!” he snapped.
“This is my house. You should go!”
Amelia gently looped her arm through his and softly spoke up. “Eva’s probably here for a reason. She’s still carrying a child, after all. Let her in.”
“It’s not even my kid!” Leonard grumbled, clearly irritated, but he moved aside nonetheless.
His mood was erratic and angry-almost volatile
This wasn’t the Leonard I knew. Even at his worst, he never lashed out like this. Sure, he could be cold and distant, but never this openly hostile. It didn’t make sense. Pushing down my confusion, I made my way to Mr. Harmon Senior.
“Mr. Harmon Senior, Dr. Pope’s mentor is an expert in neurology. He’ll be back in the country tomorrow, and I’ve arranged a consultation for Leonard,” I explained.
“A consultation? Are you out of your mind?” Leonard interrupted, grabbing my arm and pulling me toward the door.
“Get out! Go get checked if you’re sick yourself. Don’t drag me into this.”
“Leonard, she’s pregnant.”
Amelia said anxiously, but she didn’t dare approach him.
Copy 14 Maybe it’s Fine
Leonard had become unpredictable, almost frightening like he was on the verge of snapping.
“Leonard, you’re out of line! What’s gotten into you?” Mr. Harmon Senior barked, signaling to the servants. It took several of them to separate us, and they carefully led me to the couch.
I took a deep breath, trying to steady my nerves, and spoke softly.
“Mr. Harmon Senior, he… needs the consultation,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper.
Behind me, a vase shattered on the floor. Leonard stood there, his face twisted with rage, finger pointing accusingly at me.
“Eva, don’t think I don’t know what you’re trying to do,” he spat. “You just want to mess with my head and make me believe I ever loved you!”
He pulled Amelia closer, gripping her so tightly his knuckles turned white. “I’ve only ever loved her. You’re not going to tear us apart!”
His voice was raw with emotion, his hold on Amelia almost desperate.
Yet, Amelia didn’t flinch or show any sign of discomfort, letting him cling to her without protest.
After a moment, she sighed softly.
“Leonard, you’re scaring me,” she whispered, her voice a gentle plea.
Immediately, Leonard’s anger melted into guilt. He loosened his grip, apologizing profusely while rubbing her shoulders, trying to soothe her.
Amelia, with an unreadable expression, gently pushed him away and turned to Mr. Harmon Senior and me.
“Let me say something. If Leonard is this resistant to the idea, perhaps it’s best we don’t force the issue,” she said calmly.
“He’s able to work, live his life, and function normally. I think…, maybe it’s fine as it is.”
“What did you just say? Maybe it’s fine?” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.
When Amelia looked at me, there was a flash of disdain in her
eyes.
“Eva, I understand. You’ve always had things your way, with everyone revolving around you. Now that Leonard isn’t doing that anymore, you’re struggling to accept it,” she said, her voice dripping with condescension. “But why push him? Why put him through this when he seems fine now?”