Fated Marriage Spoiled by My Ice Billionaire novel Chapter 908

Chapter 908 Visiting Darrell 

Darrell had assumed the man-came to gloat over his victory, but he hadn’t expected this kind of conversation. 

“You know, Claudy’s just too sweet. A newlywed guy like-me…” Harold chuckled and shook his fieart, looking more than please with himself. 

“That’s pretty low,” Darrell shot back, giving him a disgusted look at the smug expression 

“Can’t say that. Actually, I should thank you. If it weren’t for all those side flings you had going on, I might never have made my move on her.” 

Darrell turned his gaze away calmly.” 

Harold straightened up, folded his hands on the table, and studied him seriously. “Tell me-after what you did to my brother, d you really think Claudy won’t be hurt by it?” 

Darrell’s fingers tightened almost imperceptibly, and his eyes darkened. 

“You were so good to Claudy. Even after marrying me, she still remembers how kind you were, never says a bad word about you Honestly, if she’d wanted a divorce back then to choose you instead, I would’ve agreed. You’re a decent guy-aside from the wh womanizing thing, of course. But what I don’t get is… why couldn’t you just let it go? Why come after my family?” 

Harold’s tone grew heavier, his brow slowly furrowing. “I really didn’t want to come after you. But my brother’s still lying in that hospital bed, and Claudy… she’s been by his side day in and day out.” 

Claudia had always been a kind person. 

Darrell’s hands clenched. 

“Before I came here, Claudy asked me what would happen to you.” Harold paused, taking a slow breath. “She believes that no matter how much of a player you were, you wouldn’t do something like this.” 

Darrell drew in a deep, controlled breath. 

Harold didn’t press further. He stood and walked out, the heavy metal dooiding shut behind him with a low clang. 

Back in his car, Harold called Claudia. 

“You awake yet?” 

On the other end, her voice still carried the soft haze of sleep. “Not really… Where’d you go?” 

“Went to pick up your favorite breakfast. I’ll be home soon.” 

Claudia smiled softly. Just then, Zander stirred at the sound of his voice, blinking sleepily before crawling over to her and peering at the phone screen. 

“Is that Daddy?” 

“Yeah, it’s Daddy,” Claudia replied, smoothing his tousled hair. “Want to get up? Daddy’s bringing us something good to eat.” 

“Yeah!” Zander pushed himself up. 

Claudia kept the call on as Harold watched through the screen, a fond smile touching his lips as the two shuffled into the bath and stood side by side in front of the mirror, brushing their teeth. 

“Mom, where’s Uncle? He promised he’d take me fishing,” Zander mumbled around his toothbrush. 

Claudia’s smile wavered slightly. “Uncle had some things to take care of at work. He’ll be back soon.” 

On the other end of the line, Harold’s expression flattened 

Now, all that weight had landed squarely on his shoulders. 

At the hospital, Dolores hadn’t slept properly in days. 

It had been almost two weeks, and Harvey still hadn’t woken up. 

Damian had brought in specialists, but they all said the same thing: his condition was stable, but the head trauma meant there was no telling when he’d regain consciousness. 

Over the past days, Harvey’s family had been taking turns staying overnight. Yesterday, hearing Harold mention how swamped the company was and that they were short-handed, Dolores had seized the chance to stay. 

All she wanted now was to be near Harvey. 

Even if she went home, sleep wouldn’t come. The moment she closed her eyes, her mind replayed the image of Harvey shielding her with his own body in the car that day, 

If it hadn’t been for him, Dolores didn’t know what would have happened to her. 

Her eyes drifted to the monitor, watching the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. It was strong and regular, but he still wouldn’t wake 

She sat by the bed, studying his face, her expression softening with sadness. “Harvey, if you don’t wake up soon, you’ll be thirty- two.” 

Her voice dropped to a murmur. “Your stubble’s coming in… Any longer and kissing you would feel like hugging a cactus.” 

Dolores glanced toward the door, then back at him. Clearing her throat, she leaned closer and whispered, shy but earnest, “If you wake up… I’ll be your girlfriend, okay?” 

She checked the door once more, making sure no one could hear, and bent even closer, her voice barely audible. “I’ll even go hon with you…”