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.