Revenge is My Love Language novel Chapter 678

There was one person, however, whom she had yet to meet: her mother-in-law, Harrison’s mother, Marina.

The maids had told her that Marina had moved out of the estate after Harrison left for Fairhaven, which was how Susan and her children had been able to move in. Marina hadn't been there for their arrival, which Anastasia had attributed to the suddenness of their return. But why wasn't she here for the family banquet tonight?

Just as she was about to ask Harrison, the patriarch called him into his study. Whatever they were discussing, it took over an hour, and Harrison still hadn't emerged. Feeling sleepy, Anastasia went back to their room alone.

She had just washed up and was drifting off to sleep when she heard the door open. A man’s steady, deliberate footsteps approached, stopping beside the bed. A familiar scent enveloped her as he leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to her eyelashes and gently brushing a stray strand of hair from her face.

“Asleep?”

Anastasia was still hovering on the edge of consciousness. The kiss tickled, and she rubbed her eyes, becoming a little more awake.

“You’re back,” she murmured, a soft smile gracing her lips as she saw his handsome face. She instinctively reached out for a hug.

A gentle warmth filled his dark eyes. He leaned down to embrace her, then placed another kiss on her brow. “I haven’t showered yet,” he whispered, his voice a low, alluring rumble. “Be good and lie down.”

He carefully tucked the covers around her before heading to the bathroom.

Anastasia was determined to ask him about Marina, so she fought to stay awake. When Harrison came out, he found her struggling to keep her eyes open. A silent laugh escaped him as he slid into bed and pulled her into his arms. “Why are you still up when you’re this tired?”

He then added, “She doesn’t know I was sick. When you meet her, please don’t let it slip.”

Anastasia was stunned into silence again. She had been thinking that Marina seemed a bit neglectful—not only had she never visited her son in Fairhaven, but she hadn't rushed back upon his return. But if she never knew he was sick in the first place, it all made sense.

“Why would you hide something so important from her?” she asked, confused. No one would want to be kept in the dark about something like that. To have your son terminally ill and not find out until, perhaps, you receive news of his death… it was unthinkable.

Harrison sighed softly. “Her mental health isn’t very stable. She sees a therapist regularly. A shock like that would have been too much for her to handle.”

The doctors had given him three years. His grandparents had decided it was better to spare her three years of agony and wait, planning to gently break the news to her when the time came, to minimize the trauma.