There were also some photos of Rufus carrying her to the hospital and sitting together in the ward. With a snap, the photos fell from Harriet's hands.
'Xavier actually arranged for someone to follow me?'
Harriet couldn't help but be afraid.
Although no one held her responsible, she would no longer trust others. Henry had already known something.
Cullen also inexplicably changed. In the past, he never said no to her request, but this time he always deliberately avoided her.
Harriet collapsed on the sofa. What should she do now?
She didn't know who she could go to for advice.
Suddenly, she seemed to miss Estella, but she was no longer there. Marshal was still in prison. Richard was old, so there was nothing he could do.
She was alone.
It was all Arya's fault. It was her who was to blame.
If Arya had died inside, she would have married Xavier and lived a happy life, Estella would not have died, and Marshal would not have been in jail. All of this was caused by Arya.
Harriet's eyes became more and more vicious.
If Arya were here now, she would have torn her apart.
"Arya, go to hell!" Harriet waved her hand angrily and knocked everything off the table. The photos were all over the floor.
At this moment, Henry was standing at the door of the study on the second floor and looking at what had happened in the living room. His expression turned gloomy and he silently turned around and entered the room.
Xavier came out of the Old Residence. He had received a call from Jacob and went to the company.
"Director Lee from the Civil Affairs Bureau is in the reception room."
Xavier's hand that opened the door paused. He searched through his mind to make sure that there was no such person.
Xavier didn't look worried. They seemed to have no interaction, so Xavier didn't meet him.
He walked to the desk and sat down, rubbing his sore eyebrows.
Jacob stood in front of the desk and lowered his head, "He said Mr. Jones asked him to come."
Xavier's originally closed eyes suddenly opened. What did this have to do with his father?
Suddenly Xavier smiled sarcastically.
"Let him in."
Jacob nodded and walked out immediately.
Xavier had a smile on his face, but it was like the wind, and it only took a second to change from a breeze to a tornado.
Soon, Jacob brought Director Lee over. Director Lee also brought in a young man with glasses, like a freshly graduated college student.
Director Lee felt ill at ease. After all, he was just a director of the Civil Affairs Bureau and was unpromising. He wanted to find a good way out for his son.
His son didn't go to a good university, so he got no recommendation after graduation. Moreover, it was difficult to find a job now. If he wanted to work in a good company, he had to have work experience.
So he wanted his son to work in the Jones Group. If he had the experience of working at the managing circle of the Jones Group, he could find a better job.
Director Lee greeted him awkwardly, "Hello, Henry."
Xavier grabbed a pack of cigarettes on the desk, shook one out, lit it, and took a puff. He gently lowered his eyes and played with the lighter in his hand. The lighter cap opened and closed regularly.
Director Lee's head was sweating. What did that mean?
"Dad, let's go." His son was not as calm as he was. He thought Xavier was disrespectful.
Director Lee glared at his son. It was not easy for him to have such a chance. He couldn't waste it. To him, his son's job was the most important thing.
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