Echoes Of a Forsaken Heart

Chapter 167

Eveleen's heart skipped a beat, a sudden jolt that seemed to echo the hollow drop of disappointment within her.

What on earth did Hamilton mean by that?

Was the necklace-her last card-not enough to sway him?

Had Natalia become so indispensable in his life?

"Hamilton, are you really going to wash your hands off me?" she asked, her voice barely a whisper.

Hamilton lounged on the couch, his eyes resting on Eveleen's tear-streaked face, his mind involuntarily drifting to the image of Natalia sprawled on a rocky shore. A leaden weight settled in his chest, unspoken and heavy. "Actions have consequences, Eveleen. It's as simple as that."

"Hamilton! Have you forgotten..." she pleaded, her face ashen.

"You mean what happened when we were young? Eveleen, do you really think that I can really tolerate you forever because of our childhood?"

Eveleen turned pale.

The tension in the room was palpable.

The onlookers exchanged confused glances, unable to fathom what could have led Hamilton to treat Eveleen with such cold indifference.

Victor, aware of some of the undercurrents, chuckled lightly. "Hamilton, ease up, will you? Look at Evi, pale as a sheet."

"Don't worry, Eveleen. Hamilton's just pulling your leg. He wouldn't let you suffer like that."

Victor's words seemed to relax the room slightly.

But before anyone could further the conversation, Hamilton's scoff cut through the tentative calm.

"Mr. Henkel, if you want to help, go ahead. Leave me out of it."

Eveleen's fury flared at his response. Hamilton was serious about abandoning her.

"Hamilton, you're serious about this?"

Victor's brow furrowed in concern.

"Because of Natalia?"

He knew the story that others didn't. The day Natalia nearly died was linked to Eveleen, though Victor had also felt a twinge of anger. But to him, Natalia, while tragic, wasn't as vital as Eveleen. And if that was true for him, it surely had to be for Hamilton. Hamilton remained silent, his expression unreadable.

Victor's face grew stern. "Are you really falling for her? Hamilton, are you in love with her?"

Because only true feelings could explain why Hamilton was willing to push Eveleen aside for Natalia's sake.

Hamilton snorted. Love or not, what did it matter?

His actions were driven by one fact-Natalia was his woman, and he was intent on winning her back. That was all.

Casting a wary glance at Victor, Hamilton retorted, "Are you out of your mind?"

then turned to Eveleen, his stance softening

anymore, but don't expect me to find one for you. And as for everything else, I'm done intervening. Eveleen, no one can

words, Hamilton stood and left the room, plunging

death, seethed

glance at her.

glared at

his own concern

Crest Club, he ran into Elliott, who

already?" Elliott

Hamilton ignored him.

a scene at the hospital today. It's

furrowed deeply. "Did you handle

don't worry, I only helped

a look. "Mind your own

How had he

away, leaving Elliott to

time to catch Dr. Scarlett

disdainfully in his direction before heading

and called out, "Dr.

turned, her expression one of irritation. "What do you want,

Natalia for me," he said, his gaze

Did he really think Natalia was at

don't you

wearing thin. Natalia might reject him,

you just because

a flicker of fear but didn't want to give in to a

her even though you agreed to split? Do you remember how much she suffered for you? When she miscarried, you were heartless. When she fell from the cliff, you were with Eveleen. And now you have the gall

into the building, heart pounding, relieved when

in her apartment, she found Natalia setting

look like you've seen a ghost," Natalia

jerk's back. I just gave him a piece of

pick fights with him on my behalf anymore. He's got a

rolled her eyes; it's not like she enjoyed butting heads

couldn't stand

you rile up Hamilton, we might

help but curse under

"Jerk!"

darker than

the fact that just about any

for a moment, sneering before getting

he was about to drive away, he saw Natalia stepping out

a nightgown, with a down

wind tousled her

picture of domestic life - a Natalia he

Hamilton's Adam's apple bobbed.

of the car when he heard someone call