Accidentally Yours, My Super Rich Second Husband-Chapter 175: Don’t Regret It

The grand Harrington mansion stood cloaked in shadows, its towering structure bathed in the silver hue of the moonlight. The night was silent, save for the occasional rustle of leaves swaying in the gentle breeze. Lyvia walked up the marble steps, the faint click of her heels echoing through the grand hall. Her heart felt lighter after her conversation with Delphinia, though a heavy cloud of worry still lingered. She couldn’t shake the unsettling thoughts about her mother’s intentions and her father’s cold indifference.

She hesitated outside her father’s study, the solid oak door towering before her. Taking a deep breath, she raised her hand and knocked gently. The muffled sound of papers rustling reached her ears before Robert’s deep voice responded, "Come in."

Lyvia pushed open the door and stepped inside. The study was dimly lit, with a heavy mahogany desk dominating the room. Bookshelves lined the walls, filled with leather-bound volumes, their spines worn with age. Robert Harrington sat behind the desk, glasses perched on his nose as he reviewed documents. His stern face barely flickered with acknowledgment when Lyvia entered.

"Lyvia," he said flatly, not looking up. "What brings you here at this hour?"

Lyvia moved further into the room, her fingers brushing the polished wood of a nearby chair before she sat down. "I needed to talk to you," she began softly.

Robert sighed, finally setting down his pen and removing his glasses. His piercing gaze met hers. "About what?"

She hesitated, then straightened her shoulders. "I saw Delphinia today."

Lyvia watched her father carefully, studying every shift in his expression, every flicker of emotion in his sharp eyes.

She had told him this to gauge his reaction—nothing more.

She had no intention of telling him what she and Delphinia had actually talked about. That conversation was hers to keep, locked away from his scrutiny, his judgment.

His jaw tensed, a flicker of irritation crossing his features. "And?"

"I... I just thought you should know," Lyvia continued, studying his reaction. "She seemed... strong. Determined."

Robert leaned back in his chair, folding his hands over his chest. "She made her choices, Lyvia. There’s nothing more to discuss."

Lyvia clenched her hands, keeping her face neutral.

She had come here for a reason—to try, in some small way, to change her father’s mind about Delphinia.

She knew better than anyone that Delphinia wasn’t a Harrington anymore. Her father had made that clear many times, stripping her of the name, of the status, of everything that tied her to this family. But that didn’t mean Lyvia had to accept it.

She had hoped—maybe foolishly—that if she brought Delphinia up, if she reminded him that she still existed, something might shift.

After all, this was the only thing she could do. She wasn’t her mother, pushing the heir agenda at every opportunity. She wasn’t trying to demand that Delphinia return or reclaim her place. She just wanted... something. A sign that their father still cared.

But looking at him now, she felt that same familiar disappointment settle in her chest.

Of course, he wouldn’t change.

Of course, he wouldn’t soften. 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

Lyvia’s brows furrowed. "You really don’t care, do you? About how things ended?"

"She left, didn’t she?" he replied. "I didn’t force her out."

Lyvia felt her chest tighten with frustration. "But you didn’t stop it either. You let my mother push her until she had no choice. Don’t you see that?"

Robert’s expression hardened. "This is none of your concern, Lyvia."

"How can it not be?" she burst out, her voice trembling with emotion. "She’s my sister! I grew up watching you two at odds, and now it’s like you’re relieved she’s gone."

Robert’s eyes narrowed. "Delphinia was never meant to be the heir. She lacked the discipline, the loyalty—"

Lyvia jolted at her father’s words, her heart stuttering for a beat. The heir?

Where had that come from?

She hadn’t come here to argue about succession. She wasn’t her mother, always pushing the heir agenda, always whispering about responsibility and legacy in her ear. She hadn’t even thought about it when she stepped into the room. She just wanted to talk about Delphinia.

But now, staring at her father’s cold, unyielding expression, she wondered if he thought that was why she was here. Did he believe she was trying to prove herself, to take control now that Delphinia was gone?

The thought made her stomach twist uncomfortably.

"That’s not—" She hesitated, forcing herself to take a breath. "I didn’t come here to talk about that."

Robert’s gaze didn’t soften. If anything, he looked more wary, more guarded.

"Then why did you?" he asked, his voice sharp.

Lyvia swallowed, gripping the sides of her dress as she struggled to gather her thoughts.

"Because she was my sister," she said, her voice quieter now. "Because I wanted to understand. Because I thought maybe... you’d miss her too."

Her father exhaled through his nose, slow and measured, like he was deciding whether or not to continue this conversation.

Robert’s face darkened, but he didn’t respond right away. He looked at her, his gaze cold and calculating. "You have potential, Lyvia. Don’t waste it worrying about someone who chose to step away."

Lyvia’s hands curled into fists on her lap. "That’s just it. I don’t want to step into her place. This... this wasn’t supposed to be a competition."

Robert tilted his head slightly, scrutinizing her. "You sound just like her."

"Maybe that’s not a bad thing," Lyvia retorted, rising to her feet. "She didn’t deserve to be treated like this."

There was a beat of silence before Robert spoke, his voice heavy with finality. "You don’t understand the weight of legacy, Lyvia. One day, you will."

Lyvia’s shoulders sagged with disappointment. She realized then that she couldn’t change his mind. Turning toward the door, she paused with her hand on the handle. "I just hope you won’t regret pushing her away," she said quietly.

Robert didn’t respond.

Without another word, Lyvia stepped out of the study, the door clicking shut behind her. Her footsteps echoed through the empty hallway as she walked away, her heart heavy with the burden of a family torn apart by ambition and pride.