The President’s Mistake A Tale of Love and Regret

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Freya's eyes were unbearable to Nathaniel, so he inhaled deeply and answered the phone in front of her.

That's where Koen's frantic voice appeared: "Abigail ran away!"

"Ran away?" Nathaniel couldn't help but exclaim, "What do you mean by run away?"

The sound of the crowd running and the sirens of the police seemed to indicate that there was turmoil on Taylor's end.

At last, Taylor moved to a somewhat more serene area and gave an explanation, saying, "Abigail used a hand knife to sever her wrist shortly after learning she was pregnant, which ultimately led to her suicide. For rescue, she was sent to the maternity hospital."

"As a result, she fled the ward and injured the two police officers who were watching her outside."

Nathaniel's eye corners quirked a little. There was a plot behind this. For them, this woman put on such a great show, giving of herself.

He had always assumed that Abigail's pregnancy would bring the farce to a close, but he hadn't anticipated the sequel to be so unexpected.

In most cases, jails employed doctors. This type of wrist-cutting could be handled by the prison's medical staff. It was, after all, a prison. Everywhere there was surveillance. Prisoners could not kill themselves in secret without someone else knowing about it.

But Abigail's move exceeded everyone's expectations. She was expecting a child. There would be a pregnancy involved if she cut her wrist. It was beyond the scope of practice for regular doctors. She had to be admitted to a specialized maternity unit.

"Be aware of the Hill family!" Nathaniel realized that the Hill family's assistance was necessary for her to be able to misbehave at the maternity hospital.

He was hesitant to harm the Hill family because he owed them so much in the past. They now made him do it. He needed to be compensated because they had taken so much money from him.

It was simple: the compensation he desired, which was the same as Freya's, was to drive Abigail into the law.

Since the enemy had fled, Freya was helpless, and her efforts had been in vain.

"Mr. Nathaniel, what should I do now?"

Taylor was equally taken aback by Abigail's sequence of events. They all used to think she was weak and simple.

She was too skilled at acting and managed to fool everyone in the group.

Nathaniel's eyebrows begin to gradually darken, and he softly says, "Taylor, get rid of her!"

"After that, you spend a few days overseas!"

Lifting her head, Freya turned to face Nathaniel. After hanging up, Nathaniel opened out to her and showed her his real self. With a sardonic smile, he kneeled down in front of Freya and grasped her icy hand. "What should I do?" he asked.

"The last thing I want you to know is that. You are aware of it now."

"I really wasn't a nice person from the start!"

Nathaniel gently touched the corners of Freya's lips and her face. After inhaling, he remarked, "My background is not clean."

Freya didn't expect he would be clean in front of her about the past.

Nathaniel remarked, "But Frey, I

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really want to grow old with you," as he gave her a quick glance. "It, weighs too much on the past. I wish to thoroughly clean it. "

"But I can't do anything with it now."

With a steady gaze, Freya said to him, "A video was already released online by someone. Do you have a connection to Burunda's arms dealer?"

Nathaniel fixed his intense focus on her, knowing that there was nowhere for him to run from these eyes.

"Yes. Everything is accurate."

"I use you as a tool; it's true that I despise the Gomez family, but..."

Nathaniel's voice was slightly astringent: "I love you... it's true."

"She killed our child; she deserves to die," she said, bending over to speak in Nathaniel's ear.

"I am not a saint, Nathaniel. I'll exact my revenge!"

Nathaniel didn't know why he felt a little chilly after hearing what Freya had to say.

This time it was Abigail; who would be next? Who would face retaliation from her?

"Frey, let me handle this. Don't show up; I'm here for everything these days.

With a bent head, Nathaniel planted. a kiss on Freya's fingertips. He gave her a religious kiss, even though her left hand's fingertips felt a touch chilly.