Echoes Of a Forsaken Heart

Chapter 285

Natalia froze in place, her smile fading as quickly as it appeared.

She reached for her phone on the nightstand, but it remained devoid of any messages.

Hamilton hadn't shown up, not even a text.

Maybe something came up with Eveleen again.

Natalia shook her head.

"It's not worth it anymore."

Scarlett frowned at her.

"Natalia, raising a kid on your own is going to be tough."

And it wouldn't be fair to the child either.

This child, unlike the last one, was conceived when Hamilton actually had feelings for Natalia.

They seemed so in love just a while ago.

Natalia's nose tingled.

"Scarlett, I can't do this."

Scarlett was taken aback, only to hear Natalia say, "I'm scared. I'm scared this child will end up like the last one, unwanted by the Fowler family. They won't let me keep this child. I'm scared it'll end up just like my mom." Scarlett's heart ached.

"Alright, then we won't tell him. We'll leave this place. I'm going for a study program, come with me. Once the baby is born and grown a bit, we can come back."

Natalia held back tears, "I've decided to take that transfer."

Trying to smile through her tears, she added, "I was going to turn it down because of Hamilton."

Scarlett opened her mouth to speak but ended up embracing her instead.

"We don't need that jerk. When your baby is born, I'll help you raise them."

Natalia laughed, "Okay."

Hamilton saw Natalia's message the next day.

Eveleen's funeral had been chaotic with the Schafer family causing endless problems. The caretaker claimed she was just overwhelmed and pushed someone in frustration, but the Schafer family insisted Eveleen was murdered, pointing fingers at Natalia. Hamilton looked at a photo of Eveleen on the wall, his emotions a complex mix.

His memories of their childhood were limited, mostly painful, with "Evi" being a rare comfort amidst the suffering.

But he never imagined this would be their end.

Clutching a necklace, Hamilton eventually got back into his car.

"Have those people been interrogated yet?" he asked in a low voice.

Alden frowned, "They did have contact with grandfather's bodyguard and admitted he instructed them to come."

A chill flashed through Hamilton's eyes.

about Mason and

grandpa, always alone, while the Powell family, unusually quiet, didn't

Hamilton's expression grew colder.

the NorthSuburb project. Also, tell

Alden hurriedly agreed.

through his phone to contact Natalia but froze upon opening WhatsApp.

of dread filled

back to the

went straight to Scarlett's, but no one answered. Next, he tried

Hamilton was looking for her, refused

finished her shift to finally

"Where's Natalia?"

eyes blazed

you have any idea she waited for you all day at

etched with pain,

know, and even if I did, I wouldn't tell you. Hamilton, not everyone can wait

leaving Hamilton with a sinking

He dialed Killian immediately.

"Where did Natalia go?"

these past days, but I know she fainted at

Fowler," Killian

a deep breath, "Find out her movements these last few days, see if she

Killian hurried to comply.

Then, Hamilton called Caspian.

Natalia go to Boria City

Caspian hesitated.

hung up

was bitter, "Caspian, without her, I might have died in River State. You

words, knowing all too well the depth

in his grand effort

had invited several children from long-standing family friends to

them, he had

six or seven years

smiling, nor engaging

just sit alone in the yard, looking like someone unable to blend into

thought to be just a

later, it became apparent that

still crystal clear in his

unable to nap, he decided to wander and found himself in Hamilton's

unlocked, so he slipped

he witnessed a scene

being smothered with a pillow by his own

but a mistake, you shouldn't even exist in this world, just die, just

mother could

Cruel, full of venom.

shouldn't exist

of destruction does such a

encountered such a scene once, but he had no idea how many times the young Hamilton had gone through

after returning from River State

the therapy was,

forget those painful memories, the therapist