She couldn't have done this to him, knowing his past pain. This was too cruel. He thought and narrowed his eyes when he recalled that his mother had been trying to talk to him all evening.
Perhaps this was what she wanted to tell him. He mused with tears streaming down his face as he made his way out.
Outside the penthouse, Harriet waited in the corridor, her heart racing as she heard the muffled sounds of Liam's anguish. She had followed him, knowing this was her only chance to ensure that Fiona was out of his life for good.
She had played her part perfectly, crafting the perfect lie to protect her son from the gold digger she believed Fiona to be.
When Liam finally emerged, his face pale and haunted, Harriet braced herself. She had to play this carefully, to make sure he believed every word of that note.
"I'm sorry," she said gently, stepping forward as she pretended to share in his pain.
