Unrepairable Love

Chapter 508

“How could Elizabeth be so heartless? How could she beat up Esme like that?” Allen’s voice trembled as she looked at Esme, who was nursing her wounds. The sight of her daughter in pain tore at her heart. The blows might have landed on Esme, but Allen felt every bit of the pain.

Henry’s face was a mask of seriousness, showing no emotion. Esme glanced at Henry, too scared to say a word. He’d been silent since they got home, barely paying attention while treating her injuries. Did he find out I was pretending to be Elizabeth? Esme wondered, anxiety gnawing at her.

“I can’t believe the Percy Family raises their daughter like this,” Allen fumed, her anger simmering.

Henry calmly put away the first-aid kit. “Let’s hear Esme’s side of the story first.” He had defended Esme in front of Elizabeth to save her dignity. Discipline was a family matter.

Esme’s heart raced at Henry’s words. “What exactly did you do?” Henry asked, clearly puzzled. Elizabeth’s attack had been brutal. Esme’s once flawless face now bore several scratch marks, and even the corner of her mouth was injured.

Esme lowered her head and mumbled, “Nothing.” Then she bolted upstairs. Henry noticed something off about Esme’s behavior. She didn’t seem like someone who had done nothing wrong.

Allen’s face was a mix of emotions as she turned to Henry. “Should I go confront the Percy Family?”

“Mom, you can’t lose it every time something happens to Esme,” Henry sighed, looking worn out. Allen opened her mouth to argue but then felt a pang of sadness. “Henry, any news about Nancy?”

“We’re still looking into it,” Henry replied. Allen’s heart sank. Henry always said they were investigating, but they found nothing. ‘It’s been so many years. Is Nancy even still alive?’ Allen wondered, feeling a pang of envy seeing other families so happy together.

“I’ll go check on Esme,” Henry said. Allen waved him off, signaling him to go. Henry went upstairs and was about to knock when he heard Esme’s panicked voice from inside. “Henry, don’t come in.” He pulled his hand back from the doorknob.

After a moment, Esme opened the door. She looked like she’d been changing clothes, her collar still a bit messy. Henry glanced into the room and saw something on the coffee table, but before he could get a good look, Esme blocked his view and called out, “Henry.”

Henry frowned. “I want to know what happened with Elizabeth.”

“Henry, don’t you trust me? Shouldn’t you believe me no matter what? I didn’t do anything!” Her voice was urgent, almost desperate to shift the blame.

Henry was left speechless. The door slammed shut. Henry spread his hands, feeling helpless. Do I not trust her enough? he thought. ‘We’ve spoiled Esme too much; we can’t keep letting her get away with this!’

Henry sighed, and just then his phone buzzed. It was a news article forwarded by his assistant about Alexander publicly kneeling before Elizabeth. Henry was stunned, especially seeing Alexander’s disheveled appearance. He could hardly believe it. But when he zoomed in on the photo, it was clear Alexander was kneeling to Elizabeth.

‘Elizabeth? Weren’t they divorced? Why would Alexander kneel to her?’ Henry wondered.