Love You Like I Used To Forget It (Millie Bridge) novel Chapter 340

Chapter 340

Dorothy thought that the way Irvin and I acted was proof that we were both raised in lowly households.

We were tactless and utterly lacked the grace expected of those in high society.

Although Dorothy was a housekeeper, working in one of the most elite families had inflated her sense of importance.

To her, true members of high society were always dignified and elegant. Whatever they did, they would first consider the consequences and how their actions might affect their social networks.

They would always act with restraint.

She had never seen anyone so recklessly crossing the boundaries of social classes. She simply couldn’t understand how a low- born girl dared lay hands on someone of higher status.

After Dorothy was dragged away, Irvin took my hand and said, “Don’t be afraid. I’m here.”

He wanted to protect me, but I wasn’t moved by it. If it hadn’t been for him, none of this would have happened.

I yanked my hand away. “Mr. Hardwell, please remember your identity.”

He was now Timothy–a married man.

Irvin’s eyes darkened slightly. He said nothing and didn’t try to take my hand again.

At that moment, the Hardwell family’s butler walked over and said, “Mr. Timothy, Madam Hardwell requests t. Quill over.”

Grace’s injuries had alarmed Agatha.

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That woman had always wished me dead. Upon hearing that I was the one who had assaulted Grace, she came immediately with a group of bodyguards.

When Irvin brought me to Grace’s hospital room, Agatha was sipping her tea. The moment she saw me, she placed her cup down. Her gaze suddenly turned terrifyingly vicious.

“Break the hand that had struck Grace!” she ordered. Rather than sending me to jail, she preferred to torture me privately.

As soon as she spoke, the bodyguards in black suits surrounded me

Irvin immediately stepped in front of me to protect me. Although he didn’t say a word, his presence made the bodyguards hesitate.

Agatha’s gaze turned colder with disdain. “Do you not want to be the heir to the Hardwells anymore?”

Irvin met her eyes, which were burning with hatred she could no longer hide, and chuckled. “I never wanted that position.

You’re the ones who forced it on me.”

Agatha was the one who had tried to hypnotize him while he was critically injured, to make him believe he was Timothy and take his place.

But now she resented him and hated him for taking everything that used to belong to Timothy? How ridiculous!

Agatha let out a cold laugh. “Great! Wonderful!”

Then, she commanded, “Do it. Beat them both!“,

Unlike Magnus, who always prioritized the family’s interests, Agatha only cared about her son, Timothy. When he died, her love transferred to the grandson he left behind.