The President’s Mistake A Tale of Love and Regret

Nathaniel's face froze slightly.

Frey looked at him and said, "I know she saved your life, but you can't do this."

"But... I have to!" he insisted.

"Three years ago, she framed me and killed my child," Frey said loudly, emphasizing the words "my child," causing Nathaniel's face to darken further.

Frey laughed softly, "Nathaniel, I've ruined her reputation this time! If you feel sorry for her, don't bother me again."

Nathaniel took a deep breath, his expression turning irritable. "I'll handle it. Now, let Hudson and Taylor find the people who operated on you in prison."

"They all died shortly after operating on you," he added.

Frey's hands clenched on her knees, and she sneered, "It's quite a coincidence that they all died, isn't it?"

Nathaniel looked at her seriously. "I'll find out the truth. Abigail has tried to kill you more than once, but we can't conclude she killed our child without evidence. I need proof!"

table. Dishes fell to the floor, and soup splashed everywhere. Her eyes turned

her left hand in front of him. "When she framed me, why didn't you

based on her words and

stone? It

his body trembling slightly. "Please,

didn't you tell me?" Frey broke down in front of

but he had never shown his face. He had

coldly. "When I was tortured by the prison bullies, when my child was forcibly taken

stood up

the mess on the

in his arms, whispering words of comfort. "The first time she

instigated Jolin the second time, Jolin threw you and Peyton into the

although your

weight. Without supporting information, she'll

believe me, I will