When Two Winters Met (Henrietta and Yosef) novel Chapter 241

Who in their right mind would be okay with their fiancée being pregnant by another man?

And this wasn't some cold, loveless arrangement; Jethro was genuinely in love with her!

That made it all the more impossible to accept.

It wasn't just Jethro; as his older brother, Yosef was seething with rage.

That woman, Artina—she looked so petite, sweet, and harmless, like a doll.

Who would have guessed she was so venomous? How dare she!

Even in an ordinary family, this would be an unforgivable, humiliating disgrace.

Henrietta pressed her lips together and took a deep, guilty breath. “I'm very sorry,' she said. 'But I didn't know at first that her arranged partner was Jethro. I only found out at the banquet that night.”

“I see,” Yosef nodded, though his voice was still tight with barely suppressed anger. “Then why didn't you say something immediately? Because you didn't, Jethro looks like a fool with terrible judgment. More importantly, you let him be publicly humiliated and betrayed in the worst possible way. Thank God that marriage license was fake. Thank God I have some influence. Otherwise... what if they had actually gotten married, Henrietta?”

“Are you blaming me, Mr. Nash?” Henrietta asked, looking directly at him.

Yosef's brow furrowed slightly as he finally managed to rein in his temper. Henrietta remained silent. After a moment, Yosef sighed.

“I am angry. No, I'm furious.” He clenched his fists, then licked his lips—a rare break in his composure, as if he didn't know what to say. Henrietta watched him calmly.

“He's my brother, after all. What she did... it's just too much. And Henrietta, you knew...” Yosef paused, taking another deep breath to steady himself.

He quickly regained his rationality. “But... strictly speaking, I can't blame you. You had the right to remain silent. In the end, Jethro can only blame himself for being blinded by love and having no judgment. He was so quick to trust someone, to blindly believe in his so-called love and feelings without even doing a basic background check.”

“So, are you blaming me or not?” Henrietta asked.

Yosef took a final deep breath. “You must have had your reasons for not speaking up,” he concluded.

“You're not the type to sit back and watch someone become a laughingstock.” In fact, Henrietta's attitude had been clear from the start, yet Jethro had never bothered to investigate on his own. It was a messy situation where blame was both warranted and misplaced. Henrietta looked into the man's deep eyes.

“I truly am sorry. The baby... it's Matteo's.”

“What?” The news hit Yosef so hard it took him a moment to recover.

“But they don't know that I know everything,” Henrietta continued. “The reason I pretended to be oblivious, the reason I helped build them up, was so I could watch them fall from the heavens into the depths of hell. I wanted them to taste fame and fortune, to think they had finally climbed the social ladder and become elites, and then I would expose everything. Simply getting rid of them felt too easy. I wasn't satisfied.”

Yosef said nothing.

“I didn't tell Jethro directly because I was afraid his pride would get in the way and he'd stop me from exposing them later. I was being selfish. For that, I am truly sorry.”

For a moment, Yosef was at a loss for words.

An unidentifiable emotion washed over Yosef. He reached out, pulled her into his arms, and sighed. “Henrietta, what am I going to do with you?”

She rested quietly in his embrace, not saying a word.

The car drove on for a while before Yosef spoke again.

“Jethro won't stop you. His pride is nothing compared to his hatred. Vile people must receive the most severe punishment. Otherwise, they get off far too easily.”

Hearing this, Henrietta finally let out a breath she didn't realize she was holding, a wave of relief and happiness washing over her.

So, he felt the same way. That was wonderful. But she wondered what Jethro would think.

Soon, the convoy left the villa district, where restaurants and cafes lined the streets.

They found a restaurant and settled into a private room.

Once seated, Yosef sent the video to Jethro.

Jethro opened it.

On the screen, Artina was being held by a bodyguard, standing there like a criminal.