Echoes Of a Forsaken Heart

Chapter 9

The morning sun had barely peeked over the horizon when Natalia’s doorbell chimed, rousing her from a restless sleep. Standing on her doorstep with a warm smile was the executive assistant from the office.

“Good morning. Ms. Jenkins. Mr. Fowler has arranged for you to have a check–up today,” she said, her tone polite yet friendly.

Natalia nodded, her voice still groggy, “Thanks, I appreciate it.”

They arrived at the clinic, where the sight of Scarlett by the blood draw station eased Natalia’s nerves. After the blood work, the assistant suggested grabbing a bite to eat.

“Mr. Fowler mentioned you could take today off,” she said, her eyes scanning Natalia for a

reaction.

“Sounds good to me,” Natalia agreed without hesitation, her mind already on the other matters she had to attend to.

They parted ways, and Natalia made a beeline for the diner where she had agreed to meet Lionel.

“What can I get ya?” Lionel asked as soon as Natalia slid into the booth opposite him.

“Just water, thanks,” she replied, keeping it simple.

Lionel flagged down the waitress and ordered a glass of ice water for Natalia. She took a sip and got straight to the point.

“You mentioned you needed my help with something. What’s up?” Natalia asked, a playful smirk dancing on her lips. “I didn’t get the details before, but you weren’t about to ask me to go jewelry shopping with you, were you?”

Lionel chuckled and shook his head. “No, it’s actually something serious.” He slid a document across the table to her. “Could you help me translate this?”

Natalia paused, surprised, as she picked up the document and skimmed through the Italian legal jargon.

“What’s this about?” she asked, her curiosity piqued.

documents are in Italian. We’ve been scrambling to find a professional translator, and then you called,” Lionel explained. Natalia fell silent, pondering for a moment.

were quite the sensation–fluent in several

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days,”

focused on the legal text, translating

interpret for us in court, too? We’re really

have to check my schedule,” Natalia replied

you’re available, great. If not, we’ll figure something else

suddenly asked, “You’re not looking so good. Is it because of what

She didn’t really want to tell Lionel too much about her personal affairs. She didn’t want

Lionel did help her a lot, in the end, Lionel

drifted on until Lionel glanced at his watch and suggested they grab lunch. He had a reservation at a

the same Ms. Miller from the day before. It

the subtle shift in

quickly returned to her senses. “Why

to Natalia in what seemed like a boastful tone, “Ms.

smile, meeting Hamilton’s gaze

emotion showing. He acknowledged her with a casual nod, then shifted his attention to Lionel, sizing him

the opportunity to introduce himself. “Mr. Fowler, it’s a pleasure. I’m Lionel from Lio Law Firm, a friend

City, Hamilton’s name was synonymous with success. Rumor had it he had taken over the family empire at a young age, only to step down out of boredom and start his own venture. Now, his company was thriving, and Hamilton was a figure of prominence–a true

wanted to connect with Hamilton but had never found

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to use her as a stepping stone, but fate had other plans,

a nod, an enigmatic smile playing on his lips as he appraised the two of them, the wheels in his head

his