Echoes Of a Forsaken Heart

Chapter 200

Natalia laid eyes on Delia for the very first time. A woman in her seventies, her hair a crown of silver, carried a spirit that defied her years. Her eyes, even at this age, sparkled with a clarity that was arresting.

Dawson seemed to feel the gaze upon him and paused, casting a look their way. Noticing, Delia also turned, her gaze settling on Natalia's face. For a moment, her expression wavered into a distant haze, as if she were seeing a ghost of someone else. It wasn't until Dawson beckoned to her that she snapped back to the present. "Ms. Delia, this here is Natalia, Ms. Jenkins. Caspian has mentioned her to you before, I believe."

Delia's face broke into a warm smile. "Natalia, I've heard a lot about you from Caspian. I've been meaning to meet you sooner; can't believe it took us this long."

Her eyes lingered on Natalia's face, as if through her she could see someone else, filled with a poignant nostalgia. For an instant, there was even a sour twinge at the tip of her nose. She hadn't believed others when they said there was a resemblance. Now, seeing Natalia in person, she knew it was true. Her daughter had also been so beautiful, so talented, and yet...

Natalia's lips curved up. "Ms. Delia, it's wonderful to meet you. You're even more radiant in person than on TV."

Delia chuckled at the compliment. "You're quite the looker yourself, my dear. You must come over for dinner sometime; I'll whip up something delightful." As she spoke, Delia felt the familiar sting at her nose once again.

Natalia nodded, "I'd like that very much. I'll make sure to find the time."

Dawson watched the exchange with a soft grin. "Alright, Ms. Delia, let's let them get on with their day. Natalia's the main translator for the summit; she's got her hands full."

Delia blinked, "Oh, is that so? Well, you better get to it then. We'll catch up another time."

Indeed, Natalia was swamped with work. After a brief exchange, she and Collin headed back to the conference.

Delia watched her leave, still somewhat dazed. "Dawson, do you think she might be..."

Dawson's chuckle interrupted her thoughts. "Ms. Delia, I checked. She doesn't even know Liliana."

Delia's eyes. "Yes, she wouldn't know Liliana. Where

sky, prompting Natalia to remember that today was the Lantern Festival. "You've spent the whole day with an old man like me on a holiday. You must be bored

Collin, I never celebrate

her, surprised. "What's a young

her eyes betraying a touch

How about we join a banquet? It's mostly families from the Foreign Service, could be good for you to mingle." Natalia was about to decline when she turned and saw Hamilton standing not too far away. Dressed in black, he seemed to

life for days. But she had been bombarded with news about him. Hamilton pulling his investment from the Schafer family, Hamilton canceling Eveleen's endorsement, Hamilton suing those who had insulted her, Hamilton committing Eveleen to a psychiatric facility. Every action of Hamilton's seemed to reach her ears, intentional or not. Yet Natalia felt indifferent.

I'll come with you," Natalia changed her mind. Facing Hamilton, she'd rather

on Natalia's face from a distance. She had been smiling a moment ago, but the instant she saw him, that smile disappeared. He couldn't quite describe what he felt at that moment. It was as if, without knowing when, he'd gone from being the

had always been by his side

in his car. He could tell she was avoiding him, but he was determined not to give up. He wanted Natalia,

hotel affiliated with the Foreign Service. Natalia's beauty, coupled with the rumors of Collin's successor,

lit up when he saw Natalia, and he came over immediately. "Natalia,

it was a Foreign

surprised; he hadn't expected her to be interested in such affairs.

the side, "Young Ryan, will you take care

Lantern Festival. Let's not fill up here; how about I take you out for some traditional sweet dumplings

"No need to go out of your way. I'm happy to just have a bite

had kept the conversation light, chatting with her about the afternoon's progress

hall, on the other side, a group of elegant ladies huddled together, stealing glances at Natalia from time to time. "Margaret, surely that's not your son Chase's new girlfriend?"

over at Natalia and let out a soft chuckle before speaking up, her voice smooth as silk,

quite taken with her,

Chase's alma mater. It's