Revenge is My Love Language novel Chapter 675

He nodded approvingly. “Excellent. Even our new niece understands the situation…”

“But who said my husband is dying?” Anastasia set down her fork, her soft, melodious voice cutting through the room. “Is it possible that Uncle Barry and Uncle Victor are unaware that my husband’s illness has been cured?”

She paused as if a thought had just occurred to her. “Ah, I suppose I forgot to mention it. But it’s not too late to share the news now.”

Her voice rang with clarity. “Mr. Harrison Lancaster is completely healthy. He has decades of life ahead of him. So the sky is not falling, and you need not worry about the future of the Lancaster Group.”

“What nonsense are you talking about…” Victor stared at her for a moment, then let out a derisive laugh. His eyes gleamed with cruel delight, though he feigned a look of pity. “Did Harrison not explain his condition to you when you married? He has a terminal illness. We’ve consulted with the best doctors at home and abroad. They’ve all given their final verdict: he doesn’t have long to live.”

He turned on Harrison. “Who told you he was cured? Don’t tell me it was you, Harrison. Tsk, tsk. You can’t lie about something like this. How long did you think you could keep up the charade?”

“That is enough!” The patriarch’s voice boomed, his face a mask of fury. He shot Victor a withering glare. “Who do you think is joking with you? Harrison’s illness *is* cured. I’ve known for some time.”

The matriarch also spoke up. “He is cured. I saw it with my own eyes. We even went for a full physical examination afterward, and he’s in perfect health. Ana is right—he’ll be with us for decades to come.”

The smile froze on Victor’s face.

Anastasia might be lying, but the patriarch and matriarch certainly would not.

Which meant… Harrison was really cured?

The matriarch replied smoothly, “The healer is a very private person, a true virtuoso who wishes to remain anonymous. Let’s not press the matter.”

Anastasia looked over, and her eyes met the matriarch’s. The old woman gave her a gentle, reassuring smile. Anastasia blinked, understanding her intention. It wasn't to diminish her accomplishment but to protect her. In a family this complex, revealing her identity could put her in danger.

She turned back to her plate, only to find that in that short time, Harrison had peeled a small pile of shrimp for her. A smile tugged at her lips. “That’s enough, thank you,” she whispered.

Feeling a pang of guilt that he had been so busy taking care of her, she put on a pair of gloves herself. “Let me peel some for you, Hubby.”

Harrison removed his own gloves, his eyes full of affection as he watched her, not stopping her.