Celestial Queen: Revenge Is Sweet When You’re A Zillionaire Heiress

Chapter 1297:

“Mr. Green and Mr. Archer are in a critical meeting. No one is permitted beyond this point. Please, return to your tent and rest.” Robbie’s voice was cold, leaving no room for argument.

Tania had hoped to emulate Tonya’s free-spirited nature, but Robbie’s stern expression discouraged her. She chose not to cause any trouble at the moment and decided to inquire further once Harlee awoke. With this thought, she obediently nodded and retreated to her tent.

Robbie scoffed disdainfully after Tania left. Clearly, she was no Tonya. If it had been the real Tonya, she would have defiantly confronted him, perhaps even grabbing Rhys by the collar. Except for Ritchie, whose charm often tempered Tonya, no one else could deter her without facing dire consequences—either death or a severe beating.

Inside the tent, the atmosphere was tense as Noel and Rhys sat in silence. Noel was the one to interrupt the quiet. “Is there something wrong with Harlee’s health?” he asked.

“You noticed?” Rhys responded, his brow furrowed, irritation evident on his face.

Rhys continued, “Since Tonya’s demise, she’s been emotionally unstable whenever it came to Tonya. I thought it was just grief, but she doesn’t recall her outbursts. I planned to consult a psychologist, but even the mention of one triggers her.”

Rhys sighed deeply, the weight of the situation evident in his demeanor. “I didn’t want to distress her, so I arranged for psychological care secretly.” He took a long drag from his cigarette. “But, aside from matters involving Tonya, she’s been remarkably stable emotionally.”

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“Why hadn’t you approached me earlier?” Noel inquired.

Rhys glanced at him sharply and retorted, “You’ve avoided me like I’m contagious. You’ve stayed away on purpose for years. How was I supposed to locate you?”

Noel seemed embarrassed momentarily but quickly composed himself, focusing on the critical matter at hand. He said with a slight tremor in his voice, “It’s possible that this mental disorder began five years ago, triggered recently by Tonya’s surprise.”

Self-reproach marred Noel’s face as he spoke. He lamented his previous inability to see that Harlee’s depressive symptoms were unresolved, a realization that could have mitigated their current severe circumstances.

“Is there any treatment for her condition?” Rhys asked.

Noel met Rhys’ gaze, recognizing the unspoken implications of his question. Rhys wasn’t pointing fingers.

Staring back, Rhys said casually, “Isn’t it typical for people to sometimes lose control of their emotions?”

Normally, Rhys would have reacted harshly to the idea of a psychologist, but Noel was different. He couldn’t resent Noel. Noel’s help had been crucial in helping Harlee battle depression, especially since he was the one who had initially sought Noel’s assistance.

“Understood, thank you. I’ll be more open.” Noel nodded slightly. He then dedicated himself to developing a straightforward treatment strategy, considering the complexities of the illness.noveldrama

Rhys chose that moment to disclose, saying, “Harlee is expecting.”

“I’m aware,” Noel responded without looking away from the computer screen. “I will try to avoid prescribing any medications.”

Noel was a highly skilled psychologist, and Rhys had full confidence in him. “You’re in charge now,” Rhys said.

“For the time being, let’s keep this under wraps until we have a better grasp of Harlee’s condition,” Rhys instructed.

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