When Two Winters Met (Henrietta and Yosef) novel Chapter 321

But in this world, there are no 'what ifs'.

Artina Harmon truly despised Henrietta Sargent with every fiber of her being.

At that moment, Pamela Lynn was muttering anxiously, "How is he? They took the blood, so how is he now? Is my son going to be okay? He has to be okay, right?"

Leon Lynn tried to soothe her. "I'm sure he'll be fine. He just lost a lot of blood. The... the wound itself probably isn't the worst part. Let's just wait. No one has come out with bad news, so that's a good sign."

Pamela seemed to calm down slightly at his words.

Just then, the police arrived to take their statements. However, since the victim's condition was still uncertain, they didn't require them to go down to the station. Instead, they took simple statements from each of them, one by one, right there in the hospital corridor.

After she finished, Henrietta asked, "The assailant..."

Before she could finish her sentence, one of the officer's phones rang. He answered it, listened for a moment, then hung up. "The assailant took his own life with a lethal toxin," he announced.

Henrietta's eyes widened in shock. "What?"

She didn't even know why the man had attacked her, and now... he was dead? Could it really be as simple as a vendetta against the wealthy? Just because he resented people born with a silver spoon?

"We'll continue to investigate, though," the officer added. "We'll notify you if there are any developments."

"Okay, thank you," Henrietta could only say.

After the police left, Henrietta frowned, lost in thought.

Jethro Nash stepped forward. "He took poison, so he was clearly prepared. It's possible he didn't have long to live anyway. We can request an autopsy to see if he was already suffering from a terminal illness or something. Maybe he wanted to take someone with him before he died."

Henrietta nodded. "Yes, you're right. I'll request an autopsy from the police department."

Henrietta was mentally exhausted and her emotions were a tangled mess. "Okay. Thank you for your trouble."

Jethro smiled. "Henrietta, we're family. No need for thanks. Let's go."

With Jethro protectively escorting Henrietta, and Winona and Charlotte in tow, they simply left, not waiting for any more news about Matteo Coleman.

Even though the blood issue was resolved, he was still undergoing major surgery. His fate was still hanging in the balance, yet she... she had walked away without a single backward glance.

Throughout the entire exchange, Jethro had acted as if Artina didn't even exist, looking right through her as if she were invisible.

Artina clenched her fists in fury. "Henrietta is so cold-blooded!" she seethed.

Pamela, however, erupted into a tirade of ugly, vulgar curses. She called Henrietta a shameless whore, a gold-digger who was dumping Matteo now that she'd landed a bigger fish. After her stream of insults, she broke down into sobs, wailing about how pitiful her son was—dumped, his desperate pleas ignored. He had risked his life to save Henrietta, only to be treated with such cold indifference. He was still in surgery, fighting for his life, and Henrietta had just walked away!