Chapter 325
After letting those words spill out, Nathalie felt like she’d just ticked off a major to do on life’s list, finally breathing a sigh of relief But, out of nowhere, this weird emptiness started creeping back in.
She clutched her chest and couldn’t shake the odd feeling. Lately, whenever she was around Nathan, her heart was getting squeezed, leaving her feeling sour and tense.
She felt reluctant to cut ties with him and figured it was because she’d always seen Hathan as family. This thought was her comfort, and slowly, she started to feel a bit calmer.
Nathan’s eyes were noticeably bloodshot, as dark and intense as a hawk’s. He looked like a lion, ready to pounce in anger
Nathalie instinctively shrank back, a bit scared. This version of Nathan was just like the one she remembered from before–the fierce leader of the Capital.
he, was at a loss about how to calm him down. Honestly, she had no clue what had set him off in the first place.
With a tiny, pitiful voice, she whispered, “I did it all thinking it was for your own good…”
Nathan let out a deep, heavy sigh. “Nathalie, vanishing without a word is a pretty lousy move,” he said, his voice as cold as ice.
Nathalie watched him, confused. Having grown up without much love, she figured no one would bat an eye if she ran away for a week. She couldn’t wrap her head around how disappearing had impacted Nathan so much.
The elevator doors slid open, revealing Ashley, who was visibly fuming. “Nathan, why’d you leave me in there?”
Nathan stepped into the elevator, took Ashley by the arm, and led her away.
Nathalie stood there, bewildered.
Back at the Brown family home, Nathalie flopped down on her bed. Her mind was a total mess, probably because she’d been up all night looking after sick Patrick. She was exhausted and fell asleep as soon as she hit the mattress.
Some time later, she was vaguely aware of raised voices outside.
“Cameron, get out here.”
“This family is like cursed. You’re a bunch of invalids. He is stuck in bed, and she is half–paralyzed, and their two daughters have their Qwn issues. Cameron, are you so blinded by love that you’d fall for this sickly lot?”
“Greta, if you had any decency or conscience, you’d leave my son Cameron alone and let him live his life.”
“Mom, Greta and I are already married. I’ve been through a divorce, and it was a nightmare. I don’t want to go through that again. Please respect my choice, okay?” Cameron’s voice was full of helplessness.
Nathalie’s eyes snapped open. Following the sounds, she made her way downstairs to the villa’s garden door.
Kristina stood there, looking vibrant and full of life, which made Nathalie’s face go pale and sullen.
It didn’t take much to figure out that Kristina’s quick release was thanks to Nathan. So, he had indeed helped Ashley, granting her what she wanted.
Kristina, struggling to catch her breath, held her chest and gasped. “Now that you have a girl, you forget about your mother.” Cameron rushed to support her. “Mom, you wouldn’t be out of jail if I hadn’t stepped in. You have no idea how much I had to beg Nathan… and even went to Ashley in the end. It was only because of Ashley that Nathan agreed to write that letter of forgiveness.” Greta saw Nathalie and walked over, her tone dripping with sarcasm. “Nathalie, I heard you and Mr. Nathan had a falling out. Did you manage to get him riled up today?”
“Who told you that?” Nathalie felt that a spat with Nathan was far from a full–on fallout.
Greta tilted her chin toward Kristina and added fuel to the fire, “Don’t you see Kristina? She’s the proof.”
She added with malice, “Nathan knew you and the Dawson family were like oil and water, yet he still gave Ashley that letter of forgiveness.”
