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.

Mason and the Powell

games with grandpa, always alone, while the Powell family,

Hamilton's expression grew colder.

Also, tell the Ron Group's branch office to get out

Alden hurriedly agreed.

his temples, scrolled through his phone to contact Natalia but froze upon opening WhatsApp. He quickly tried calling her,

sense of dread filled

back to

went straight to Scarlett's, but no

was looking for her, refused

finished her shift to finally

"Where's Natalia?"

blazed with

where were you when you needed? Do you have any

was etched with pain, "Where

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

away, leaving Hamilton with a

He dialed Killian immediately.

"Where did Natalia go?"

I know she fainted at the cemetery and spent a day in

Fowler," Killian

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

Killian hurried to comply.

Then, Hamilton called Caspian.

to Boria City

Caspian hesitated.

you still hung

bitter, "Caspian, without her, I might have died

was momentarily lost for words, knowing all too well the depth of Hamilton's

in his

spirits, had invited several children from long-standing family friends to

he had

seven years old, but he

smiling, nor engaging in play,

like someone unable to blend into the

thought to be just a quirk of

later, it became apparent that it

crystal

decided to

unlocked, so

witnessed a scene he could

not even seven, was being smothered with a pillow by his own mother, who was holding it

mistake, you shouldn't even exist in this

how a mother could do such a thing to

Cruel, full of venom.

shouldn't exist in

such a sentence wreak

but he had no idea how many times the young Hamilton had gone through

River State that Hamilton gradually

the therapy

memories, the therapist

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