Harry Styles Parents Mga Nobela at Kwento

And now my parents claim that they left everything for the managers to handle and report back to them. Harry's father is my father’s lawyer and my legal consultant too. He has been with us for as long as I can remember, and that is why I trusted him with my business in my absence. I knew he had three brothers, but I had no idea that they were all working for my father all this while. They are in charge of our businesses here in Santiago, while Harry handled the businesses in Havana.

Charlotte asked, her eyes wide. “Yes, he was about ten years younger than Rose. That’s so awkward. My great grandfather only stopped letting Rose go on blind dates last year.” Charlotte gave a thoughtful nod and said, “So Harry wasn’t the worst she had ever seen. He is a little older than her and has a child.” “It’s make no difference. If she marries a poor man, our family has more than enough money to support them.” While they were talking, Harry’s assistant told him that the reporters had left.

Grainne said excitedly, "Harry, who do you think this is?" Harry glanced at Carwyn, disgusted, and replied, "Dad." Originally, when his father returned, Harry was overjoyed. But then he overheard his mother talking to the housekeeper, you know The name of the other father is just a fake. But for some reason, she couldn't expose him for the time being. So he had to collaborate with his mother. But since knowing the other's father's name is fake, Harry is no longer close to him, and rarely calls him father. Now, Harry thought Carwyn was still the fake dad. Grainne said, half laughing and crying, "Harry, do you hate me?"

“I – I’m so sorry about that.” “It’s okay. No harm done,” Dad said quickly. I didn’t miss the look Theo gave me. I didn’t want his pity. It wasn’t like my Mom was dead anyway. I cocked a brow at him, holding his gaze. I wanted him to look away, but he simply smiled. I was the one to look away instead. Someone cleared their throat. Harry had come downstairs dressed in a white shirt and slacks and smelling like Dad’s cologne. “This is my son, Harry.”

Brooke reached into her pocket and pulled out a piece of paper with an address scribbled on it, in Harry's handwriting. "We're going to visit Harry's parents," Brooke said. "We're what?" "They're ill, both of them. They're in a facility where they are looked after, and they're finally starting to get better," Brooke said. "Harry can't visit them. He's not been in a while. So I'm going, I'm going to update them on everything." "I never knew he even had parents," Sasha said. "Hell, I don't even know anything about him." "He's rather reserved," Brooke said.