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.

hold back her tears any longer and cried loudly. Frey 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 in

of the ward and took the elevator to the first floor, where she ran into Frey, who was

a call from Peyton. As she walked out to return the call, she nearly bumped

no connection with the

weft

of her

She stopped looking

and headed

and Frey didn't want

sharp voice broke the

coldly. She wondered what had angered this

gritted her teeth and raised her voice. "Frey, have you no shame?

of

party and my wedding ceremony. Why do you have to ruin everything? Try

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Abigail and smiled faintly. "Abigail, do you even know