Silence Reveals Hidden Answers’ by Michael Anderson novel Chapter 102

Chapter 102

Winny saw Nisha upstairs and felt, for a fleeting moment, the overwhelming urge to kill her.

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It wasn’t just anger. It was the slow-burning rage of a woman who realized she’d been played for a fool seeing Nisha as a daughter-in-law to recognizing the opportunist she truly was. If she had known from Jennifer wasn’t the gold digger and Nisha was, she ld have never played the doting mother-in-law. She would have never welcomed that girl into her home, into her son’s life, into the legacy of the Prescotts.

She remembered how happy she had been when Baxter got engaged. How she couldn’t stop talking about it to anyone who would listen. She told her husband, Francis that their son was the most normal one who actually understood responsibility. She bragged that he had found himself a wife from a respectable family, someone with class, someone who would uphold

the Prescott name.

She didn’t know then that Nisha and her dumpster fire of a family were just money-hungry loafers, drifting through life like barnacles looking for a wealthy ship to latch onto. They had no class. No substance. Just empty hands reaching for what didn’t belong to them.

If the wedding had gone smoothly, Winny would have dealt with Nisha later. She would have made sure that after her son was named heir, that girl wouldn’t get near him. She would have found a politician’s daughter, someone with within their league, and set up a proper marriage.

Now, the son of that mistress. That dirty, homewrecking mistress. That woman who had slept with her husband and produced a bastard child is in control.

If it had stayed with her son, she would have kept her position as the madame in the house. Winny would have still been the head of this family especially at a time like this, with her husband in a coma after that heart attack, lying in a hospital bed fighting for his life.

Now she had to watch the maids, the servers, the butlers…all of whom had once shuffled under her direction and called her Mrs. Prescott now turn to someone else. A girl barely out of her wenties in a position that is her right.

The staff still served her, yes. But it was different. They looked at Jennifer with something respect and maybe even affection. With Winny, they looked with obligation.

Harvey had started a whole new setup in the house, in the company, even in his father’s hospital. No one was allowed to see her husband until he recovered. The few supporters she still had in the company wouldn’t even sneak her small information because they were all afraid of him. Afraid of what Harvey might do if they crossed him due to the reputation that preceded

him.

Afterall, he was a man who had no problem getting his hands diy.

She couldn’t even show her face in front of her friends.

For all the years she had known those hat-wearing, champagnepping women in her book club, she had talked endlessly about her son being the heir. She had made it sound like law, ang destiny ordained that Baxter Prescott would one day run the empire. She had planned the celebration parties in her head the look on their faces when she announced it their perfect

social circle.

Now she has to face them. Now she had to explain that the bastant child the one she had pretended didn’t exist-

Winny walked aimlessly in Prescott mansion, not watching who she was going while letting her mind roam freely by bitterness. She didn’t realize she was heading toward the eight fet deep

Harvey had seen her though.

He just walked into the house and had wanted to talk to her anyway to tell her that she was allowed to see the old ma. Not as a favor, but as a courtesy because despite everything, she was ill his father’s wife.

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He saw her step too close to the edge so he moved.

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One arm thrown around her chest, just below her neck, catching her mid-fall as her legs dangled over the deep end.

Winny jumped in her skin and screamed before realizing how close she had come to plunging into the pool. She looked back fast and found Harvey holding her steady.

He set her back on the pavement carefully.

For a moment, neither of them spoke.

Winny jumps in her skin when she finds her legs dangling and next she looks fast at the person who caught her.

Harvey.

His buff arm…the one she for some reason only thought was gool for nothing but violence-is now pressed soft against her body. Against the side of her breast where it’s warm and impossibly strong. His forearm is thick, veins running along the skin, tattoos wrapping around like vines on a tree, and it’s pressed right there, like she weighs nothing.

Winny looks up.

Up the narrow line of his chin. Up to his face whose features remind her of Francis but different. His lips are pink, full, slightly parted, and she wonders what they would feel like. His nose is slightly contoured, a slight bump on the bridge th speaks of breaks and fights…..it makes him look rough in a way that does something to her stomach.

The tattoos she usually called evil are now highlighted against his skin and they move when his muscles shift. They curve around his biceps, disappear under his sleeve, and she finds herself wondering where else they go. What they look like without the shirt in the way.

And then Winny takes note of how Harvey smells. Rain and something woody, tt’s skin and that thing men have when they’re real men who exist in a world that doesn’t coddle them.

He feels powerful more than any man she has ever felt in her life as he sets her back on the pavement.

But for a moment, she imagines him not letting go.

She imagines Harvey pushing her against the wall right there by the pool and yanking her pants down without asking. She imagines those tattooed fingers pushing between her legs, into her, two at once, curling inside her while she gasps against his chest. She imagines him fucking her with his hand right the where anyone could see while she bites her lip to keep from screaming.

Winny imagines him turning her around, bending her over and entering her from behind and filling places that have been empty for years. She imagines him not being gentle…pounding to her while one hand holds her hip and the other wraps

around her throat.

Harvey blinks.

He has never seen Winny not scream evil when he’s close by. The fact that she’s blinking at him with her mouth flopping open like a fish out of water catches him off guard.

He lets go of her and looks at the pool. Was she about to kill her It because her husband is in the hospital? Or because she’s no longer the madame of the house? Really, Harvey cannot gue for the life of him as he walks away from her and sets his cigarette to his mouth, using his hands to cover the breeze frometting into the fire

“Are you okay?” He side-eyes her before putting his lighter hack to his pocket and suffering smoke out of his nose.

She stares at it. Widely,

“You can see the old man now,” Harvey says. “He’s responding to the treatments well. I spoke to the medical team this

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morning. Family can visit whenever now.”

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Winny clears her throat and fixes her hair in front of her for the first time in her life, suddenly feeling awkward and caring about what she looks like. Her relationship with Francis was never the most sex-driven one…especially due to the fact that he spent his life loving another woman who wasn’t around anymor

When they did it, it was duty. Quick and quiet and

But she can still feel Harvey’s arm against her chest.

“Is that okay with you?” he asks.

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