Accidentally Yours, My Super Rich Second Husband-Chapter 93: Three Shadows

"You’ve been sitting here all night," Helena said. "You’re overthinking this, as always."

Robert’s lips pressed into a thin line, his shoulders stiff under her touch. "I don’t want to talk about it."

Helena brushed him off, instead settling on the corner of his desk with ease. She tilted her head, her perfectly styled hair catching the light. "You can’t let Delphinia get to you like this," she said, her voice turning sharper. "She’s always been ungrateful, Robert. You’ve given her everything, and this is how she repays you? By running away and throwing tantrums like a child?"

Robert’s hands clenched into fists on the desk, but he said nothing.

Helena reached out and touched his arm, her gaze softening. "Why waste your energy on her? Let’s focus on the daughter who truly values this family. Lyvia has always been the good one. She’s obedient, smart, and respectful. Unlike Delphinia, she knows what it means to be a Harrington."

His expression hardened, and he sighed through his nose. "I’m tired, Helena," he said, his voice low and strained.

Helena’s brows furrowed in confusion and frustration. "Robert, I’m just trying to help—"

He held up a hand, cutting her off. "Enough," he remarked. "I don’t want to hear it anymore."

Not bothering to hear her reply, Robert headed straight for the door. Helena watched him, her mouth opening and closing as if she wanted to argue but couldn’t find the words.

As Robert opened the door, he froze. Lyvia was standing in the hallway, her hand hovering as if she had been about to knock. Her wide, doe-like eyes met his, and for a moment, neither of them spoke.

"Lyvia," he said, his voice softer now.

"Father," she replied.

Before either of them could say more, Helena appeared behind Robert, her expression hardening the moment she saw Lyvia. "What are you doing here?" Helena asked sharply, stepping around Robert to face her daughter.

Lyvia’s gaze shifted between her parents. "I wanted to talk to Father."

Helena crossed her arms, her lips curling into a faint sneer. "Now isn’t the time. Your father is exhausted, and you shouldn’t bother him with trivial matters."

"It’s not trivial," Lyvia shot back.

Helena smirked slightly, her voice tinged with sarcasm. "This is about Delphinia, isn’t it?"

At the mention of her sister, Lyvia’s expression darkened. "This isn’t about Delphinia," she said through gritted teeth.

Robert sighed heavily, rubbing his temples. "Enough," he said. "I don’t have the energy for this."

He began to walk away, leaving the two women standing in the hallway.

"Father, wait—" Lyvia started, but Helena stepped in front of her, blocking her path.

"Let him go," Helena said, her voice cold.

Lyvia’s hands curled into fists at her sides. "Why do you always do this?" she demanded, her voice rising.

Helena tilted her head, feigning innocence. "Do what?"

"Control everything!" Lyvia snapped. "You don’t let anyone have their own thoughts or feelings. You manipulate Father, you pit us against each other, and now you’re trying to turn him against Delphinia completely."

Helena’s gaze sharpened, her calm slipping. "Watch your tone," she warned.

Lyvia shook her head, her frustration boiling over. "I used to think you cared about this family, but now I’m not so sure."

Helena took a step closer, her voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. "Careful, Lyvia. You don’t want to say something you’ll regret."

She didn’t back down, her chin rising stubbornly. "I already regret a lot of things," she said, her voice trembling with emotion.

For a moment, the two women stared at each other, the silence stretching between them. With one last glance, Lyvia turned on her heel and walked away.

Helena watched her go, her jaw tightening. "Tch, what’s wrong with her?" she muttered under her breath before turning back toward the kitchen.

Lyvia didn’t stop until she reached her room, her hands shaking as she closed the door behind her. She leaned against it, her mind racing. She couldn’t believe what she had just witnessed, what she had just said.

For the first time, she began to see her mother in a different light, and the realization left her feeling cold.