The President’s Mistake A Tale of Love and Regret



Thinking of this, Nathaniel felt he couldn't sit still any longer.

"Koen, please help me check Buranda and find out how Abigail managed to take a bullet for me!"

Koen was surprised that Mr. Nathaniel wanted to investigate this matter at such a critical time.

Nathaniel was desperate to understand the truth, realizing he had mistakenly viewed Abigail as his savior for years, causing Frey much sadness. He knew uncovering the truth would lead to more self-torment, but he couldn't let it go.

At this moment, asking Koen to investigate was almost a form of self-punishment.

Crazy, they're all crazy!

Koen hurried out.

In the office, everyone noticed Nathaniel's foul mood and quietly exited. As Ozzy reached the door, he stopped and looked back at Nathaniel.

"Mr. Nathaniel, the doctors recommend that Ms. Frey go abroad for treatment as soon as possible. Her condition can't be delayed." "Besides, she can't stay in Saeville anymore. There are too many bad memories here. If this continues, it won't be possible to create a good treatment environment."

Nathaniel's hands clenched tightly, his knuckles turning white.noveldrama

He had promised Frey that Abigail would pay for her actions. He wanted to take her out of Saeville, even if it wasn't abroad, another city would do.

But she was stubborn and didn't seem to believe him.

This recent reunion with Frey left Nathaniel uneasy. She still felt no sense of security around him, which he knew was his fault.

"I... got it!" Nathaniel exhaled deeply.

"I understand!"

He repeated it. Now that Abigail had escaped, Frey refused to leave Saeville. She was determined to see things through to the end. Despite increasing doses of medication and frequent insomnia, she insisted on staying, seeking answers.

She wanted explanations, but no one could give them to her.

Nathaniel drove back to the

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apartment building. Frey no longer objected to him taking care of her. She didn't want to do anything and was too tired to move.

Suffering from severe anxiety and insomnia, she had taken a long leave from Andala Corp.

Nathaniel had wanted her to give up her collaboration with Alexander, but Frey claimed that design was her only salvation.

He didn't dare argue.

It was getting dark, and the lights in the room were off. In the faint moonlight, Nathaniel saw Frey curled up on the sofa, staring into space.

"Frey! Frey!" Nathaniel knelt in front of her, holding her tightly and calling her name repeatedly.

Frey was awakened by Nathaniel. She had been hiding something in her mind these past few days, waiting for an outcome. But instead of revenge, there was only silence.

Frey had also tried to investigate, but if even Nathaniel couldn't find anything, she had little hope.

"Is there any news about Abigail?" Frey asked this question every time she saw Nathaniel lately.

Each time she asked, Nathaniel felt tormented.

He had promised her answers, but even he couldn't find them. He planned to delay a few more days, as Frey's condition was truly poor.

"Good news," Nathaniel said with a forced smile. "Taylor has tracked her

to a small town on the Pavel.1

border. She's hiding there. We'll have news in a few days."

Frey's eyes brightened slightly. The night was so dark that she couldn't see the bitterness on Nathaniel's lips.

"Nathaniel, I just want her to pay the price! This is what she owes our son!"