When Two Winters Met (Henrietta and Yosef) novel Chapter 320

Henrietta took a deep breath. “I can’t thank you enough.”

Jethro looked at her with concern. “Should we have a doctor check you out as well?”

She shook her head. “I’m fine.”

“When did Yosef leave?” Jethro asked. It was just her luck that something like this would happen the moment Yosef was gone. He knew that if it had been anyone other than the composed and cool-headed Henrietta, they would have been a sobbing, hysterical mess by now. She still seemed remarkably unshaken, though clearly not at her best.

“Yesterday morning,” Henrietta replied. “He had something important that couldn’t be delayed. In a way… it’s a good thing he’s out of the country.”

Jethro looked surprised and curious. “Why do you say that?”

Henrietta’s gaze dropped, her face still a bit pale, but she sounded genuinely relieved. “Because if he were here… he probably would have been sitting next to me. Which means it’s possible…”

She didn’t finish the sentence, but Jethro understood perfectly. *It’s possible Yosef would have been the one to take the knife.*

“I see,” Jethro said. “It seems you truly love and care for my brother. However, if Yosef had been here… this ‘taking a knife’ incident wouldn't have happened in the first place.”

Henrietta slowly raised her eyebrows, suddenly realizing the implication of his words.

Artina was standing nearby, watching them talk. They seemed so familiar with each other. Jethro’s every word, his tone, his gaze—it was all filled with genuine concern for Henrietta. His face was still handsome enough to make a woman go weak in the knees. From the side, as he spoke with Henrietta, he bore a striking resemblance to Yosef. Without the glasses, the likeness was uncanny; a slightly younger, softer echo of the man he’d replaced. All he was missing was the glasses. With a pair of glasses, he could easily have passed for Yosef’s twin.

And the content of their conversation was a blatant display of the Nash family’s power. A timely blood delivery with a police escort. Jethro’s casual mention of Yosef’s formidable security detail… It was all an undeniable demonstration of strength and influence.

For Artina, the exchange was a jagged blade of envy, twisting in Artina’s chest with every word. Not long ago, Jethro had treated her with such cruelty—he had hit her, berated her, refused to understand or forgive her, and even stepped on her face. Yet here he was, back to his gentle, refined self, speaking so kindly to Henrietta. Even from a distance, you could feel the warmth and grace radiating from him.

Artina’s nails dug so deeply into her palms that they drew blood. If… if none of that had happened… if she had actually ended up with Jethro, if she had married him… how wonderful would that have been?