6

Harris and I spent an excruciating night in that house.

He woke up early in the following morning. He changed his clothes, and set off on foot for the back mountain.

I heard him call Oscar and tell him to clear everything out of the house.

He didn't want to see anything that belonged to me anymore.

In fact, I didn't think Harris would move out of the villa.

Because of his first love which had turned into a butterfly and flown away, was buried in the back mountain of our villa.

"Mona, she's dead."

Harris squatted in front of the grave, his fingers gently caressing the tombstone.

On the tombstone was a photo of a beautiful girl with a lively and cheerful smile.

Unfortunately, her life was forever frozen at the age of twenty.

"I finally avenged you."

He muttered to himself, lost in thought for a long time.

For some reason, Harris was prone to daydreaming these days.

As if his whole body had been emptied, losing his soul.

Of course, I didn't think it had anything to do with me.

I guessed it was just the emptiness he felt after getting his revenge.

For the past few years, he had lived on his hatred for me. Now that I was dead, it was only natural that he would be slow to react.

Harris didn't leave the back mountain until the sun was rising.

When he returned, he didn't enter the villa but went straight to the garage and drove away.

When I saw that the destination was an old, dilapidated apartment building in the suburbs, I knew what Harris was up to.

Following his memory, he knocked on the door of Monarch's house.

Unfortunately, there was no answer.

Harris tried a few more times but still didn't get a response, so he increased the force of his knocking, slightly irritated.

This time, he woke up the neighbors.

"What the..."

The neighbor's voice stopped, staring in disbelief at the once poor and humble boy.

He now looked like a big boss, so the neighbor swallowed back his dirty words.

"Where are this family?" Harris asked coldly.

"The Peaks family?" The neighbor sneered, rolling his eyes.

Then he replied, "With the money they sold their daughter for, they're living a good life."

Harris's brow furrowed as if he could no longer accept their blunt and vulgar words.

"Where did they go?"

"I don't know. What are you questioning me for? Who are you?"

The neighbor started to look at Harris with displeasure.

"I'm... their daughter's boyfriend."

"You?"

The neighbor's eyes gleamed with gossip, he said, "So you're the one who was cheated by the Peaks?"

"It's a pity that little Monarch was born into the wrong family, and was just traded by her heartless parents."

I gasped and quickly looked at Harris's face.

Harris's eyes were about to split open. After a long while, he gritted his teeth and squeezed out a word, "Traded?"

7

On the way back, Harris drove at an unprecedented speed.

His face was also grimmer than ever.

Before, I was only convinced that I didn't kill his white moonlight, but I really didn't know how much more was hidden in this matter.

Harris sped all the way and finally stopped at my doorstep.

The Madison Manor of the past was much more lonely now. Harris even didn't see a servant all the way in.

"Harris, you dare to come here!"

Troy grabbed his collar and punched him.

"Get away!"

Harris's expression was sullen, he said coldly, "I don't want to fight with you today. Tell me, how did Helena's heart come from!"

"How did it come from?"

Troy laughed maniacally, breaking the jar and reminding him, "Of course it came from your lover."

After that, he punched Harris again.

They wrestled together with red eyes.

I stood aside at a loss, unable to persuade or pull them apart.

"Stop!"

A familiar voice rang in my ears, and I almost burst into tears immediately.

It was my father, Leon. He has aged considerably, and his voice has grown weathered as well.

He took out a surgical contract from a few years ago and a donation contract that I had never seen before and threw them in front of Harris.

"Helena's heart was donated through legal channels. I gave the family 10 million dollar in gratitude after the fact. All the procedures are here. What else do you want to ask?"

"No way..."

Harris flipped through the documents with trembling hands, his face becoming paler and paler.

I also stood aside nervously, not knowing how to face such a reversal.

I was happy to be proven innocent.

But who can compensate me for my suffering over the past year?

"I don't believe it... I don't believe it."

Harris lost his mind and just kept repeating this sentence.

A moment later, the phone rang just in time.

"Mr. Clark..."

Oscar, on the other side, was a little hesitant.

"We... we found the Mrs. Clark's prenatal care report!"