Rewind: The Love I Left Behind novel Chapter 3

Bidding on blank checks meant that no matter how high the price went, Harrison would outbid it by another million dollars. He was determined to win "Love" at any cost.

Scarlett's face went pale.

"Harrison." Her voice trembled as she spoke. "Do you really have to do this? I've never asked you for anything before. But please, I'm begging you this time. Let me have my mom's piece."

Livia had told her about this porcelain sculpture so many times. It was the one thing Scarlett had spent years trying to get back.

But Harrison's expression remained indifferent. "Sorry. Hazel likes it."

Scarlett's hand slowly dropped.

Even though she had inherited a fortune from her parents, she couldn't outbid Harrison's wealth. In the end, "Love" was placed in Hazel's hands.

"Thank you, Uncle Harry! I love it so much!" Hazel beamed as she accepted the sculpture, only for it to slip from her grasp.

The porcelain hit the floor with a sharp clatter, shattering into pieces. Livia's most cherished piece was gone just like that.

Scarlett picked up the broken shards with red-rimmed eyes, carefully carrying them home. She sat down and began piecing them back together.

She had barely formed the outline when a maid approached her. "Ms. Yeager, Ms. Sloane is here. She's kneeling at the gate, begging for your forgiveness. She said she won't get up unless you go out and tell her personally that you forgive her."

Scarlett didn't even look up. "I don't want to see her."

After a while, heavy rain poured from the sky.

Harrison stormed into Yeager Manor, his expression thunderous. "Scarlett Yeager! Don't you think you're taking this too far?"

The man who was always composed now burned with anger.

"Hazel has been kneeling out there for an hour! All you have to do is step outside and tell her you forgive her. Is that so hard?"

Scarlett's hands, carefully positioning the fragments, finally stilled.

"She chose to kneel," she said coldly. "She destroyed my mom's piece. Why should I forgive her?"

"You—"

Harrison was furious. But before he could lash out, his assistant, Patrick Hampton, rushed in.

"Mr. Steele! Ms. Sloane just fainted!"

"What?"

Harrison's expression darkened completely. When he looked up and saw Scarlett still calmly piecing the fragments together, his anger boiled over. With a fierce sweep of his hand, he sent the nearly reconstructed porcelain crashing to the floor.

"Scarlett, you're heartless!"