Chapter 113
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Translator: 8uhl
Chapter: 96
Chapter Title: 21. The Head of the Kintne Survival Camp
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People were unaware of the full extent of Cherry’s monstrous strength.
Truth be told, Cherry herself seemed just as clueless.
Harrison didn't know the source of the supplements Chairman Sinclair had brought. But he clearly remembered the words he had spoken at the time.
“The supplements seem to be a perfect match for Cherry.”
Harrison had been puzzled when he first heard the chairman's words. People usually said a supplement ‘agreed with their body,’ not that it was a ‘perfect match.’ Did they?
“This is a medicine anyone would covet. But it’s also a medicine not just anyone can handle. *He* specially prepared it for Cherry.”
Chairman Sinclair had left him with only such cryptic words.
He didn’t know why the chairman’s words were coming back to him now of all times. It was probably a chain of association triggered after reading the letter Baron Ruskin had supposedly left for Vanilla.
There were two important points to reconsider from the chairman’s words.
One was that the medicine Cherry took was something not just anyone could handle, and that it was made specifically for her.
‘Could it be that Chairman Sinclair also knew the world would turn out like this?’
Even if he had procured such a medicine for Cherry’s sake, what if there were side effects? A sudden fear gripped Harrison.
If anything were to happen to Cherry, he thought he could never forgive Chairman Sinclair, even if the man had saved him from his gutter of a life.
And the other point to reconsider was the person referred to as ‘him.’
‘Just who is *he*?’
For Chairman Sinclair to refer to someone as ‘him’ with such respect, could they be a noble?
As the family’s lawyer, Harrison knew a great deal about Chairman Sinclair’s relationships, but even so, it was difficult to guess just who this ‘him’—the person who gave them the supplement—could be.
“By the way, what does it mean to find Segrave?”
Cherry, who had been lounging on the salon sofa, suddenly spoke. Harrison, who was sitting on the opposite sofa looking at a map of Brunel village, looked up.
“Segrave. Does that mean it actually exists?”
Muttering this, Cherry vigorously scratched her stomach over her dress.
Cherry was completely uninhibited in front of him, lacking any sense of ladylike modesty. It hadn't always been this way. When she was a little younger, she would get shy and blush whenever she was before him. To be precise, it seemed that was the case until he married Isabella.
“There you are.”
Just then, a sharp voice came from the salon entrance. Harrison knew who it was without even looking.
Ethan Duncan Lancaster.
Cherry shot up and straightened her dress. Seeing this, Harrison closed his book. His elegant eyebrows arched, filled with displeasure.
But Ethan, as if Harrison wasn't even there, simply nodded in greeting and looked at Cherry.
“What’s this? Why not stay comfortable?”
Ethan approached Cherry and sat down beside her, his voice full of amusement.
Harrison noticed that the look in Ethan’s eyes as he gazed at Cherry was quite affectionate.
The Ethan he knew was the one who had investigated Cherry and Harrison, his eyes gleaming as he sought evidence of their crimes. So what was with that sickeningly sweet gaze?
“Do you want to look good for me?”
“Are you crazy? Why would I?”
“Then why are you doing that? You were so relaxed in front of Lawyer Howard, so why suddenly check your appearance?”
“No exposing weaknesses. Do you think you and my lawyer are the same, Sir Ethan?”
At Cherry’s words, the tension in Harrison’s brow eased.
Only then did Ethan’s gaze fall upon Harrison again. Unlike how he looked at Cherry, it was rather detached. As if he had no interest in him whatsoever. Of course, the same was true for Harrison.
“What? You're doing this because you don't want me to find a weakness? Weren't we partners? I'm hurt.”
“Oh, and when was it you treated me like a criminal? You want to be partners with a criminal?”
“That was ages ago… Still, if that criminal is you, Miss Cherry, I think I’d be fine with it. Does that mean we’d be in a binding relationship?”
“Good heavens, what a horrible thing to say.”
“Looks like everyone’s already here. So lively this early in the morning.”
Just then, another man’s voice came from the salon entrance. It was Knox Cornell Ludpersher.
With Ethan sitting to Cherry’s left, Knox went and sat on her right. The space looked incredibly cramped. In the end, Harrison couldn't help but say something.
“There are seats over here, you know.”
At that, the two men immediately recoiled in disgust.
“I’d rather not sit next to a man.”
“I’m just used to this spot.”
The first was Knox, the second was Ethan. Harrison, dumbfounded, rested his clasped hands on his thighs.
“What is this? Get lost, all of you.”
Cherry said, exasperated, but Knox and Ethan didn't budge.
Finally, she shot up from her seat and came to sit next to Harrison. Only after seeing the bewildered expressions on Knox’s and Ethan’s faces did a satisfied smile appear on Harrison’s lips. *How dare they covet the young lady of the Sinclair family.*
Of course, in Harrison's mind, the fact that Knox was the youngest son of the Marquess Ludpersher family and a renowned doctor, and that Ethan was the heir to the Duke Lancaster family and a promising police officer, had been completely erased.