The President’s Mistake A Tale of Love and Regret

Freya showered, dried her hair, and went into the kitchen to grab a bite to eat. She was starving now.

The kitchen countertop was unexpectedly occupied by a few fresh-keeping boxes containing pre-purchased breakfasts. Along with a few side dishes, there were custard buns, sauce cakes, snacks, and soy milk available.

Nathaniel probably asked someone to package and deliver it. The outside of the fresh-keeping box bore the Red Stiletto Hotel's mark.

The fresh-keeping box was designed independently, with a heat preservation and heating function beneath it as well as a temperature-controlled heating device.

Freya sat down to eat, chewing gently one by one, knowing that Nathaniel had lost this game entirely.

She just didn't know how he'd react to Abigail; after all, she had saved him previously.

But...

Freya grinned icily, saying Abigail's existence was nothing in comparison to her son's.

Even though she didn't have any evidence at the time, it was believed that Abigail intended to kill her child three years ago.

investigate since he couldn't let his kid pass away

to the president's office on the 28th floor of the Technologent Group office building. One by one, the individuals seated across from Nathaniel fidgeted and complained that they felt like they were sitting on

a progressive, interlocking game for him and Mr. Nathaniel, and they both got into a lot of

years in prison, this woman appeared to

couple of them could not have destroyed the Gomez

cast a

was sitting

chair. When

slightly, and he looked

also noticed Nathaniel's chin had been scraped

smiled wryly, and moved away. It became

quickly

face stayed expressionless as his

the women's prison was put into labor in

that incident. Indeed, his prediction came true: Freya was carrying Mr.

that time, the operation was carried out by a nurse, an assistant,