The President’s Mistake A Tale of Love and Regret

Koen twitched his lips and said, "I don't know if they are tired, but I am exhausted from all this work."

"Are you tired?" Ozzy looked at Koen and teased, "I remember you always disliked sweets. Why have you been visiting Peyton's tea shop so often? Aren't you worried about getting diabetes or something?"

"Get out of here!" Koen punched Ozzy playfully before hurrying to the next ward to ask Nathaniel what he wanted to do about Abigail. He couldn't hide it from his brothers any longer.

Nathaniel finally let go of Frey's hand and asked Koen to bring Abigail in.

Whether it was an engagement or marriage, he felt he owed the Hill family an explanation.

When Frey heard that Abigail was coming, she left the ward wisely. She had been lying down for days and needed to move around.

Though it was cold outside, there was an activity room on the first floor of the building with indoor potted plants where she could read and listen to music.

Frey took the elevator down to the activity room.

Soon, Abigail walked into the ward and saw Nathaniel lying on the hospital bed. She was startled at first, then noticed the bed on the other side.

There were dark pink home clothes and a bear hair tie on the bedside. They were a girl's belongings. She suddenly understood.

No wonder she had been refused entry to see Nathaniel in the past few days, with excuses about his unstable condition and safety reasons.

all lies. They just didn't want her there because someone else

worry turned into bitterness as she

to death. So, why didn't

her, and now he wanted to let her go when it was time to marry her. If she

really couldn't do anything, and there was

flashed in her eyes as

you be so

would I do if you hadn't made it out of the fire that night?

very weak

at Abigail and whispered, "Abigail, I've always seen you

marriage... is over,

turned pale, and

wait. I really

have to

to access

human too!"

frowned, the movement causing him

I'm

life and death, he couldn't understand such