The Windfalls of Love (Roxanne and Harrison)

Chapter 323

Harrison choked back a sob as the weight of the situation bore down on him.

Evelyn had always been the picture of responsibility.

Never a burden to her family, always thinking of others before herself.

Truth be told, Evelyn was a spirited, playful soul, a lover of unbridled freedom.

But from a young age, she had been saddled with the legacy of her family's enterprise. While other kids

basked in the carefree days of youth, she was mastering every skill she could, with no time left for play.

When her peers were free to fall in and out of love on a whim, Evelyn had already taken the reins of the

Miller Group, a colossal empire. She forced herself to rein in her vivacity, becoming a formidable and

authoritative CEO.

Without a façade of authority, how could a young woman like herself command the respect of countless

employees and subordinates?

She had never really lived for herself.

Despite her cheerful nature, always wearing a bright and mischievous smile, her life was far from

happy.

"Evelyn, don't talk," Harrison's hand shook as he pressed against the bleeding wound.

With a weak flutter of her eyelids, Evelyn whispered, “Harrison, I mean it. You need to give Roxanne

the perfect wedding.”

But he and Roxanne weren't planning a wedding.

Ever since the Nora Dawson scandal, Harrison had become even more cautious.

He wouldn't allow the international media or those coveting his 6G technology to exploit any

weaknesses.

Even if he and Roxanne were to remarry, there would be no lavish ceremony.

Simplicity was key.

A wedding was just a formality.

For the rest of their lives, Harrison was determined to show his love for Roxanne through his actions, to

ensure her happiness without the need for grand gestures.

He figured Roxanne, ever modest and thrifty, would want it that way too.

But now was not the time to worry about his and Roxanne's marriage.

As he firmly pressed on Evelyn's wound, his hands trembled but his voice was resolute with comfort,

“Evelyn, I will take care of everything for Roxanne. And you’re going to be fine. I need to see you walk

down the aisle, happy and in love with Dominic.”

Dominic!

In life, one must dare to love, to climb mountains, to chase dreams.

And Dominic was the man Evelyn wanted to love, the mountain she wanted to climb, the dream she

chased.

As a child, she never rebelled against her parents, never indulged her youth.

As an adult, she couldn't be herself, forced to shoulder the family burden, forced into the role of a

domineering CEO.

Thankfully, she could choose the man she loved.

She was determined to marry Dominic.

She hadn’t climbed that mountain yet.

She hadn’t realized that dream.

She couldn't die.

But she was so tired.

Breathing became labored, and panic set in her chest.

"Evelyn, don't sleep. Keep your eyes open. I’m telling you to keep your eyes open, do you hear?"

Harrison's eyes reddened with urgency as he bellowed, “Drive faster!”

At half past noon, Roxanne was at the office, sharing fast food with Chloe.

Chloe, looking at Roxanne sending a WhatsApp message to Harrison, remarked, “Who’d have

thought? Harrison’s so clever, concocting such an elaborate lie just to win you back. A Capitalist will

always be a capitalist, always playing his games.”

Roxanne passed Chloe a piece of rotisserie chicken, “Let’s not dwell on the past. Being alive is all that

matters.”

Aside from life and death, nothing else in life should be considered a problem.

Roxanne had come to understand this all too well.

Harrison didn't respond to her message.

He didn't answer her calls either.

It wasn’t until three hours later, after Evelyn was out of danger, that Harrison finally returned Roxanne's

call.

His voice, weary and subdued, came through, “Roxanne, I’m sorry I didn't respond to your message or

answer your calls. I’ve been at the hospital; Evelyn had an accident. But she’s stable now.”

Upon hearing that Evelyn was in the hospital, Roxanne's heart raced with concern.

“What happened to Evelyn?”

Harrison recounted the situation, and Roxanne rushed to the hospital.

Knowing Harrison had not had lunch because of the hospital trip, she brought some sandwiches and Còntens bel0ngs to Nô(v)elDr/a/ma.Org

milk for him.

Approaching Harrison, she glanced at the surgery in progress, feeling a tightness in her chest, “How is

Evelyn?”

“She's out of danger, but the surgery isn't over yet. Her spleen was pierced.”

That serious?

Roxanne felt a sudden emptiness in her head, stunned.

Everything had been fine yesterday; how could Evelyn have been stabbed all of a sudden?

"Don't worry," Harrison said, coming over to gently ruffle her hair and embrace her. “The doctors say

she’s out of danger. There are just some final steps, and it will be over soon.”

Harrison held her gently, his hand comforting her back.

From this angle, Roxanne could just make out the letters of the surgery light, glaringly bright.

Yet her vision was tinged with shades of gray, her nose tingling with the onset of tears.

Life truly was unpredictable.

Evelyn was fine yesterday.

Harrison’s plane crash might have been a joke, but the pain of loss still lingered.

She had lost too much in her life.

She hoped everyone she cared about would be okay.

The embrace from Harrison, like a catalyst, made her tears hard to control.

She didn’t know why, but she was becoming more and more sentimental.

Hearing the sniffles in her breath, Harrison gripped her slender shoulders, urging her to look up and

saw the tears in her eyes.

Seeing her cry nearly broke his heart, and he carefully wiped her tears away. “Evelyn’s really okay;

don’t worry too much. If you don’t believe me, I’ll have a doctor come talk to you about her condition.”

“Don’t bother the doctors from treating Evelyn,” Roxanne implored, fearing for the success of the

surgery.

But Harrison, more concerned about her distress, insisted on having Jack get a doctor.

Roxanne felt the weight of the world lift from her shoulders as the doctor rattled off a string of medical

jargon that, despite its complexity, delivered the best possible news.

"See? Evelyn's going to be just fine," Harrison said, his voice a soothing baritone as he curled his

fingers to brush away the tear streaks on her cheeks. "No more tears, okay?"

His voice was deep and tender, a note of indulgence that was hard to miss.

Nearby, Jack, the family's bodyguard, couldn't help but chuckle quietly to himself.

It had been ages since Mr. and Mrs. Harrison had shown such affection for each other!

As Roxanne buried her face in Harrison's shoulder, dabbing at her eyes while he gently stroked her

hair, the sight was so touching that even Jack felt a tear welling up.

He silently wished that the Harrisons would always be this happy, that they would never have to face

another setback again.

At eight in the evening, Dominic turned on the TV and tuned into Seraphim Haven's economic channel.

The prime-time finance show was right on schedule.

Yet, a full half-hour ticked by without a glimpse of Evelyn's interview.

Hadn't she mentioned that her segment was supposed to air tonight? Was he mistaken?