His unwanted wife, the world’s coveted genius

Chapter 512:

Harold spoke with an unsettling calm, discussing her situation as if he were talking about the weather.

The color drained from Verena’s face, and she struggled to hold back her tears. She didn’t know how to respond now.

Before she could say anything, Harold continued, “If you can’t manage it on your own, don’t worry. I can send someone to assist you. So, have you decided how you want to end it?”

Verena stared at Harold, horrified, unable to believe the words he was saying. She swallowed hard before finally speaking. “Harold…”

Harold’s laugh was cold as he fixed her with a piercing stare. “Having second thoughts about dying now?”

Verena swallowed hard, her expression tense as she spoke. “Harold, my previous suicide attempt was a moment of misguided despair. Having faced death so closely, I now realize how precious life is. I won’t consider killing myself again.”

“Is that so? It’s good that you think that way,” Harold replied, his smile mocking. “But Verena, now that Lucas has realized his feelings for Belinda and is repairing his relationship with her, you should keep your distance. Avoid causing any more trouble. Otherwise, I won’t hesitate to take drastic measures.”

Harold emphasized “drastic measures,” underscoring his threat. He then let out a cold laugh. “You wouldn’t want to revisit those days from three years ago, would you?”

Verena paled, trembling slightly at Harold’s words. The memory of those days sent shivers down her spine. This was a clear, direct threat.

“Harold…” Verena began, but Harold quickly cut her off.

“Unless it’s absolutely necessary, I’d rather not resort to such extremes. So, Verena, don’t push me. Otherwise, I promise you, I’ll choose a place where no one can find you or save you,” Harold said.

His calm demeanor belied the stark threat in his tone.

Verena’s face turned even paler. Before she could say anything, Harold stood up and walked away, leaning heavily on his cane.

Later that evening, in a private room at a restaurant, Bethany eyed the bandage on Belinda’s neck and asked, “Belinda, what happened to you? Why is your neck wrapped in gauze?”

Johnson had organized the gathering.

Touching her neck, Belinda replied in a raspy voice, “I just had a minor accident.

“Why is your voice so raspy? What exactly happened?” Johnson inquired, concern furrowing his brow.

Belinda chose not to hide the details and shared the events from the previous night.

“What?” Bethany and Johnson both looked shocked upon hearing that.

“That jerk Lucas! This is all his fault!” Bethany said angrily.

Johnson’s face mirrored her grim expression. He was clearly blaming Lucas too.

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