Chapter 922
Chapter 921:
After Max disappeared into the night, rain poured from the sky without warning.
He’d tried to limp away, dragging his injured leg through the mud until he collapsed beneath a towering tree. Lying there, drained of strength and soaked to the bone, he figured this was the end.
Before darkness took him, he sent silent apologies to his parents and to Max, regret heavy on his heart.
Hours blurred by—maybe a whole day or night—before he finally opened his eyes and realized he was no longer outside. He found himself stretched out on a soft, expensive bed, surrounded by ornate décor and the faint scent of medicine. Someone had come to his rescue; he was still alive.
He tried to remember how he’d gotten there, but the answer came as soon as the door creaked open.
Max stepped inside, carrying a tray of food. Her face was pale and drawn, guilt clear in her eyes, and her voice came out soft. “You’re finally awake. Are you hungry p>
It turned out Max had been the one to save Henry, refusing to rest while she nursed him through the worst of it.
Henry had never blamed her, and seeing her now so worn and vulnerable, his heart ached. He reached for her and pulled her into an embrace.
They held each other, shared a shaky kiss, and whispered apologies—both admitting that the things they’d said before were never meant to wound. For the first time in a long while, they understood each other, and forgiveness brought them back together.
Days slipped by as they lost themselves in each other, passion erasing every trace of their past arguments. It almost felt like nothing had ever come between them. But old conflicts always had a way of resurfacing, and their peace was short-lived.
Henry’s recovery had brought the tension back, sharper than ever.
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After three years away, Max faced growing pressure from her family to return home and take her place as heir. She couldn’t put it off any longer. Yet, no matter how gentle she was or how much time they shared, she knew Henry wouldn’t budge. He still refused to return with her to face her family.
At last, Max set her pride aside and tried a different approach. “Let’s have a child together. I know you don’t want to leave with me, and I won’t force you anymore. But please—give me a daughter. If I have a daughter, I’ll take her back home, and you’ll be free p>
Only by having a daughter could Max inherit her family’s legacy. She could have searched elsewhere for another man to father her child, but she wanted only Henry to be the father—no one else.
Max had believed this was the biggest compromise she could ever make for love, and she thought he would finally say yes. However, after a long silence, Henry had shaken his head. “No. I can’t agree to that p>
The result had caught Max completely off guard. Overcome with frustration and disbelief, she had glared at him and asked, “Why? Why is it so hard for you to agree to such a simple request p>
A heavy sigh escaped Henry as he tried to make her understand. “I can’t bring a child into the world just to send her off somewhere I’ll never see her. I’d have no way to know if she’s safe or happy. I can’t live with that p>
Having grown up under peculiar family rules, Max had failed to understand his words.