The Heiress Nobody Saw Coming

Chapter 111 Find That Mystery Man

Marcus' gaze was cold and piercing as he scanned Natalie from head to toe. It was as if he was trying to see through her.

Natalie found his reaction odd but remained calm. She had come to Dithoria State solely to treat Charles' illness. Once her job was done, she planned to leave and never cross paths with this handsome but clearly troubled man again.

She gave Marcus a slight nod as a greeting. Then, she called Connie to join her as they headed to Charles' bedroom.

Connie had already set everything up, and after a good night's rest, Charles was feeling quite refreshed. When they entered, Charles patted the spot next to him with a smile.

He asked warmly, "Connie and Nath, did you both sleep well last night? You two have really worked hard, especially you, Nath. I know this hasn't been easy for you!"

Charles chuckled as he praised them. "Connie's acupuncture technique was amazing. I didn't feel any pain at all. And before I knew it, the session was over."

Connie smiled shyly and instinctively glanced at Natalie. Since Natalie was disguised as a man, they were not sharing the same room. Connie could not help but wonder how Natalie managed to bind her chest so tightly that it left no trace.

"We rested well, thank you for asking, Grandpa Charles," Natalie replied as she sat on the bed. "How are you feeling today?"

"I'm feeling great," Charles said with a sigh of relief. "As long as I stay calm and don't stress, things should be fine. Marcus told me that in three months, the little tumor near my heart should be completely cured."

He sighed again, his expression tinged with nostalgia. "I don't know how much longer I have, but I've lived a good life—eating and drinking well, thoroughly enjoying myself. I really can't complain."

He continued, "The only thing I regret is not living long enough to see Marcus get married and have kids." Charles glanced at Natalie with a meaningful look. "Nath, don't let Marcus' polished, unfriendly image fool you. Sure, everyone treats him with respect and calls him Mr. Holden, but he's had a tough life."

Natalie raised a skeptical brow. If someone like Marcus, born with every advantage, was suffering, then there probably was not anyone truly struggling in this world.

I'm talking about emotional burdens. Sometimes, the higher you

that Marcus was anything like a monk. After all, the way he had looked at her after being drugged definitely did not feel like the gaze of

again and continued, "I have no idea what kind of person Marcus

"I saw a man coming out of

head down, so I couldn't see his face. When I asked Sheldon about it, he said the man must've been

Charles had put her in a tough spot, and she had

a man too, I want you to help me keep an eye on Marcus. I need to figure out who

The man Charles saw leaving

"Grandpa Charles, the

as if she had told a joke. "Don't kid around, Nath. Marcus may not know who you are, but I do. There's no way it was you!

know you're trying to cover for Marcus,

dismissing the topic entirely, he added, "Anyway, isn't it time for the acupuncture, Connie?" "Yes,

eye mask to relax. "Nath, make sure you help me find out who Marcus is hiding. I need

that, he closed his eyes and waited for

a knock at the door, followed by Marcus' deep, commanding voice. "May

mask, Charles answered

with matching slippers. His cold, stern expression and commanding presence

Connie. "Connie, you can

Natalie, who gave her a slight nod, signaling her to proceed

on the task as she picked up the silver needles, her pale, slender fingers moving gracefully. She placed each needle precisely on the designated points on Charles'

worked—calm, confident, and precise—- made the scene feel less like a medical procedure and more like an elegant

medicine filled the air. Gentle instrumental music played

carefully removed each needle, then applied a small amount of ointment to Charles' back using her fingertips. Once the procedure was complete, Natalie packed up her

she walked out. In a much softer tone, he asked, "Grandpa, how are you