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

Chapter 1086:

Yet here lay Rhys, once proud and invincible, now a lifeless figure chained to a bed, resembling nothing more than a puppet.

A question popped into Harlee’s mind. What had he endured over these past three years?

Breaking the tense silence, Christopher spoke up.

“Harlee, Mr. Green insisted we chain him.

He feared his seizures might drive him to madness, endangering others.” Christopher’s previous attempts to intervene had always been dismissed.

Harlee shot a stern look at Christopher, who lingered just behind her, and marched forward to Rhys’ custom bed. She reached out, her hand hesitating just before touching his cheek.

“Madness during his episodes…” she whispered, her voice quivering.noveldrama

She then fixed her gaze on Christopher, who stood attentively by her side.

“Give me the key.”

Christopher answered respectfully, “Mr. Green has mixed the keys in a box after each use to prevent me from releasing him. I’m not sure which key is the one.”

Christopher said, his voice betraying his nervousness, fearing Harlee’s wrath.

“Bring the key box to me.”

Christopher retrieved the box and knelt, starting to try each key.

Harlee sat on the edge of Rhys’ bed.

As Christopher unlocked one of Rhys’ hands, she cradled it tenderly, her gaze focused on his pale, lifeless face. In just a month, his weight had dropped alarmingly.

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She gently pushed back the damp hair from Rhys’ forehead, tenderly dabbing the perspiration away.

Inwardly, she resolved to stay by his side, refusing to let him slip away from her—not in this lifetime. She wondered if he knew she was here. Was he hurting? She decided she would face this together with him. Would he wake up? He had slept for so long, and it was beginning to terrify her.

After all the chains that bound Rhys’ limbs were freed, Harlee clutched his right hand, hoisting it over her shoulder and pulling his body upright from the bed. She inhaled sharply, clenching his hand firmly as she braced herself and rose to her feet.

Rhys’ weight bore down on her, causing her to grit her teeth and steady herself.

At this, Christopher moved to assist her.

“No need.” Her voice, fragile and dismissive, stopped Christopher instantly. She was determined to escort Rhys from this underground chamber.

Despite Rhys’ recent weight loss, his stature remained imposing, and lifting him was a formidable challenge for Harlee.

As they neared the exit, a bead of sweat formed on Harlee’s brow.

Christopher hesitated before asking, “Harlee, do you plan to…” It was clear that Harlee intended to take Rhys out, but Rhys had explicitly instructed before losing consciousness that he should never be removed from the chamber under any circumstances.

Positioned at the door, Harlee held Rhys’ hand in one while supporting his shoulder with the other, her expression blank as she glanced back at Christopher.

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