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.

Nathaniel would investigate since he couldn't let his

building. One by one, the individuals seated across from Nathaniel fidgeted and complained that they

for him and

in prison,

anticipated that a couple of them could not have destroyed the Gomez Group so rapidly

cast a careful glance

was sitting

chair. When he

slightly, and he looked at Ozzy, who was sitting

noticed Nathaniel's chin had been scraped by

away. It became clear that today, Mr. Nathaniel was in a bad

up quickly

his

a patient in the women's prison was put into labor in

Mr. Nathaniel returned to the prison to search for it later, he nearly died in that incident. Indeed, his prediction came true: Freya was carrying Mr. Nathaniel's kid when she was taken to prison, and based on that wound, the procedure was performed far too

said, his face somewhat white, "I've looked at everything. At that time,