"I know you're still mad about Harris not transferring the money to you two days ago. Actually, it's my fault, not his.
"That day, my mom was undergoing surgery. We didn't know how much it would cost, and Harris was unsure. So, he didn't dare to transfer the money to you. It's all my fault. I'm sorry."
Harris straightened up more and more, speaking with righteous indignation. "Rachel, Celine's mom needed surgery. It was a matter of life and death. So what if I didn't transfer the money to you?"
Celine's mother's surgery was a matter of life and death. But Linda's surgery wasn't worth mentioning.
Thinking of Linda's unrestful death, I felt unbearable pain.
"Say what you want. If you want to be obsequious, that's your business. I won't make the call."
Harris was furious, his face livid. "What do you mean obsequious?"
"Rachel, I've told you many times. Celine and I are just friends. Can't you stop being so suspicious?
"If you keep making a fuss, I'll really consider a divorce."
He emphasized the word "divorce" clearly and slowly, with a hint of threat in his tone.
I paused and nodded. "As you wish."
Linda's gone, and I have nothing left to hold onto in this family.
If he wants a divorce, so be it.
Harris wiped his face, looking exasperated. "Rachel, I'm your husband. Do we have to make things so ugly?"
His words brought a flood of long-suppressed exhaustion and helplessness to my heart.
I forced a bitter smile. "Say what you want. I still won't make the call."
Celine spoke up for Harris. "Rachel, it's just a small matter. Why won't you help Harris? You don't treat him like your husband at all."
"Any other man would've slapped you already. Only Harris is kind enough to tolerate you."
Harris's temples throbbed with anger at her words.
His ferocious look seemed ready to lash out at me any second.
But he held back.
Seeing that Harris didn't act as she wished, Celine showed a hint of disappointment in her eyes.
"Harris, you're being misunderstood because of helping me. I'm really sorry."
"I can't let you continue to be misunderstood. I'll go back now and arrange another place for my mom to recuperate."
With that, she turned to leave.
But Harris grabbed her arm, his tone filled with concern and pity. "If anyone has to go, it won't be you and your mom. Listen to me, you'll stay here."
Seeing that I wasn't responding to their tactics, Harris's so-called gentleness vanished.