Bullied and Dumped, But She Won in the End (Adriana) novel Chapter 337

Chapter 337 Medicine for the Soul

Leaning against Yolanda like this … somehow, it made him feel oddly safe.

Yolanda could only stare helplessly at Denton.

Was this kid planning to sleep out here instead of going back to his room?

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In the bedroom.

Adriana leaned against the headboard and handed Curtis the stretch–mark oil.

A dad’s participation during pregnancy really did matter.

“The little ones are behaving today,” Curtis murmured, carefully rubbing the oil over her belly. His voice dropped instinctively, as if he were afraid of startling the babies inside.

Adriana reclined against the pillows, watching him with a soft smile.

The happiness she’d always wanted was really nothing more than this.

“We’ve got another prenatal checkup tomorrow,” she said quietly.

There was no way Curtis could go with her to the hospital.

If he showed up there, it’d be too easy for someone to spot him–he still had to stay in the shadows, at least for a while.

Irene would be flying in soon, too, so Gary would be the one taking Adriana to her appointment.

“I want to go with you,” Curtis muttered, clearly unhappy.

“Let Gary take me. You just wait for me at home,” Adriana said, ruffling his hair. “Tomorrow, I’ll ask the doctor everything carefully. The babies are almost ready to meet us.”

Curtis nodded.

“Gary…” he started, then hesitated.

He wanted to tell Adriana about everything between him and the Harrisons, but the words stuck in his throat, tangled up with old guilt.

“My grandpa–Gary’s dad–he hates me for killing his daughter. After my mom died, he fell seriously ill. Then, he stepped back from the company and handed Harrison Group over to Gary. He’s been retired in Veneji ever since. We haven’t seen each other in… a very, very long time,” Curtis spoke quietly.

Adriana wrapped her arms him, heart ach he knew this was a wound buried deep, where he

never let anyone touch.

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“Gary was a soldier. He never cared about running a company. From the very beginning, he had no intention of taking over Harrison Group. He just wanted to stay in the army and live out his dream. But after my mom died, my grandpa’s health went downhill, and Gary had no choice. He had to give up his own dream, walk away from the mission he wanted, and come home to take over the business. So, yeah. he’s held a grudge against me ever since.”

Gary had always blamed him, on some level, for his sister’s death.

He might not believe what outsiders said–that Curtis was some kind of monster–but the fact that his sister had died was unchangeable, and it sat there between them like a wall.

“He’s the one who kept insisting I should be thrown into a psychiatric hospital. He said I was a lunatic wh killed his mother. If Grandpa hadn’t protected me with everything he had, Gary probably would’ve dragged me in there himself. When I was 11, Grandpa was out of Harborton for a few days, and Gary trie to have me committed by force. I stabbed him.”

Back then, Gary had only been in the army a short while–a rookie with a head full of fire, dreaming of becoming a special forces soldier. One knife wound, and both the scar and his medical record would automatically disqualify him from ever passing the selection.

That was exactly why, to this day, this uncle and nephew couldn’t stand to look at each other–and why even Fox couldn’t stomach it.

Because when Curtis had lashed out, he’d genuinely wanted Gary dead. And Gary, thanks to his “crazed” nephew, had forever lost his chance to fulfill the one dream that had meant everything to him.

“Did you … really want to kill him back then?” Adriana asked in a whisper.

She could understand when Curtis killed his mother–he’d been forced into a corner, and there had been no other way out. But when he stabbed Gary … what had been going through his mind then?

Suddenly, she understood why so many people in Harborton, both in private and in public, called Curtis a lunatic, a demon, a man who’d killed his mother and then his own uncle. Because at that time, his behavior had been truly terrifying.

Curtis shook his head. “Back then, it was just … blank. My head felt completely empty, like my body didn’t belong to me. I couldn’t control what I was doing. I even … started wondering if I really was mentally ill. Grandpa had me evaluated in secret by psychiatrists and specialists. They said it was a combination of hereditary mental vulnerability and severe childhood trauma, leading to episodes where I lost control.”

That was why, when he spiraled again as a teenager–pushed, drugged, and nearly turned into a killer a second time–Harold had shipped him off to the old ancestral home in Govendale, told him to stay put in the family altar, and focus on stabilizing his mind and body.

Adriana studied him, a faint frown between her brows.

If all of that had been triggered by childhood trauma–if those violent outbursts were really just extreme stress reactions, the kind people sometimes described as an uncontrollable “rage state“—then why … Why, after all this time married to him, had he never once shown even the smallest hint of violent temper in front of her?

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He hadn’t so much as raised his voice at her.

Curtis, at his core, was meticulous and impossibly gentle.

How could that same person have tried to kill someone more than once?

…

maybe you were given something? A drug or some kind of “Is it possible someone set you up? Like poison that pushed you over the edge?” She trusted him. She truly believed Curtis wasn’t the kind of man who’d just snap and start killing people.

Curtis froze and turned to look at her.

Even though his loss of control had always felt strange, it had never once occurred to him to wonder if it might have been caused by outside interference–by medicine, toxins, or someone deliberately pulling strings in the dark.

It was only after Grandpa sent him to the ancestral home in Govendale and he met Adriana that his emotions had finally settled.

Back then, he’d thought she was the medicine for his soul–something that could soothe and tame the wild, vicious thing living inside his chest.