The President’s Mistake A Tale of Love and Regret

"Although I have no hard evidence, I do know who in this world wants me dead the most," Frey said with a calm yet piercing gaze. "Who's shameless, who's self-destructive, and who lacks humanity? Justice will prevail," she continued. "Excuse me, Ms. Abigail." Abigail's expression faltered, her eyes darting towards the ward, guilt flickering across her face. Did Frey know something?

The expressions of the patients and staff around them shifted as they looked at Abigail.

Biting her lip, Abigail quickly exited the building. Her hurried steps faltered, and she fell hard. A nursing home staff member tried to help her up.

"Get lost!" Abigail snapped, shoving the helper aside as she stumbled to her car.

By the time she returned to Hill Mansion, it was late. She sought comfort in alcohol, trying to drown her anxiety. She could manipulate many things, but not Nathaniel's feelings. S~ᴇaʀᴄh the FindNʘᴠᴇl.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

She entered the living room to find Michael sitting in the shadows on the sofa. The household staff had all disappeared, likely dismissed by him.

Fear gripped Abigail as she saw her father's stern face.

greeted cautiously, moving to sit beside him. "Why are

fixed on her. "What did Nathaniel say?" he demanded. "Is the wedding still

said he would transfer one-fifth of

Michael's voice grew

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"She ruined both

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sent her sprawling to the ground, her cheek swelling rapidly.

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