The President’s Mistake A Tale of Love and Regret

Nathaniel took a breath. Despite being injured before, this was the first time he had experienced such extensive burns.

He used all his patience to talk to Abigail while enduring the pain. He owed a significant debt of gratitude to Abigail and her father, who had saved his life and helped him. However, not all feelings could be explained by favors alone.

He had once believed that marriage among wealthy families was merely a formality, and it didn't matter who he married. He had thought he would never have anything with Frey. Now he realized how wrong he

was.

Even if there were no apparent reasons to stay with Frey, he would create countless possibilities to keep her by his side.

"Abigail, I've made up my mind," Nathaniel said steadily, looking at Abigail. "When I recover, I will transfer one-fifth of my property to you. We'll sign the agreement together later."

"As for Michael, I'll ensure he receives the best medical care. You will be my sister from now on, Abigail. I will hold a grand cocktail party for the transfer and signing ceremony."

"We will change the planned wedding into a cocktail party. I'll invite all the upper-class people in Saeville to attend and announce my decision. This will also give Michael some reassurance." Nathaniel's offer was very sincere. After all, money was a reliable asset in this world. Besides, who would dare to touch Nathaniel's sister?

Abigail stood up slowly, tears welling up in her eyes. She wanted to say something, but Nathaniel had blocked all her options.

"Nathaniel... you..." Abigail trembled slightly, then turned and ran out of the ward.

and the others, alarmed by the sound, rushed out of the office, thinking something had happened to Abigail. Nathaniel felt much more relaxed. When he saw Frey fainting in the fire that night, he knew he would be forever ensnared

rushed out of the ward and took the elevator to the first floor, where she ran into Frey,

for a while and received a call from Peyton. As she walked out to

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and headed

quiet, and Frey didn't want to disturb others by answering her

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her voice. "Frey, have you no shame? Do you

you proud of being a

Why do you have to ruin everything? Try being a decent

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at the now crazed Abigail and smiled faintly. "Abigail, do you even know what a mistress