Chapter 159

Nonetheless, Harvey found a silver lining. With Tony dead, he wouldn't have to repay those millions to East Side.

Just then, Christina stirred in her hospital bed, her face contorted in pain. She mumbled something indistinctly.

Irene leaned closer immediately. “What is it, Christie? I’m here.”

“Help me… Please help me!” Christina whispered faintly. “I’m sorry, Andrew… I’m so sorry!”

Despite Christina's sleep-talking, Irene turned to Harvey with a smile. “Harvey, she’s asking you to save her and calling your name! See? She’s thinking of you even in her dreams!”

Harvey's heart leaped. He rushed forward to take Christina's hand. “Don’t be afraid, Christie. I’m here. I’ll protect you. You’re my everything.”

However, as soon as he grasped her hand, Christina struggled in her sleep. “You’re not Andrew… Let go of me! Andrew, Andrew, where are you? I’m sorry. Can you save me?”

Harvey's face darkened. The other Stevens family members shifted uncomfortably; Christina was clearly calling for Andrew.

“Oh, she’s just talking in her sleep. Don’t take it seriously…” Irene laughed nervously. “Dreams often mean the opposite of reality!”

Yet, despite her attempts to dismiss it, Harvey's expression only grew darker. Christina seemed trapped in a nightmare, her beautiful face twisted in pain. Only when Andrew approached and she grasped his hand did she finally calm down, falling into a peaceful sleep with a slight smile. His touch seemed to dispel whatever terrors haunted her dreams.

Harvey watched silently, his eyes burning with jealousy, his fists clenched tight.

When Irene moved to separate Andrew and Christina's hands, Francesca intervened coldly. “Mrs. Stevens, I suggest you don’t disturb Ms. Stevens’s rest. Or do you want her to wake up and suffer more pain?”

“Listen here, Andrew,” Irene growled, backing down but remaining aggressive. “Don’t take her sleep-talking seriously. You two are over! Christie and Harvey are together now. Know your place, and don’t get any unrealistic ideas!”

“Mrs. Stevens, your eyesight must have deteriorated with age,” Andrew replied calmly. “Your daughter is the one holding my hand, not the other way around.”

Irene glared at Andrew, speechless with rage, before storming from the room.

Harvey gave Andrew a cold look and forced a smile. “Well then, Dr. Lloyd, I’ll leave Christie in your capable hands. Money’s no object; just ensure your service is worth it.”

He then slammed the door shut.

Francesca scoffed. “He’s burning with jealousy but still trying to prove himself with empty words. Harvey is becoming increasingly pathetic.” She glanced at Christina, still holding Andrew's hand, and added with a hint of jealousy, “Hey, everyone’s gone, and Ms. Stevens is asleep. Shouldn’t you let go of her hand now?”