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!"

the floor, and soup splashed everywhere. Her eyes turned red as she stared at Nathaniel, who remained calm. "Evidence?" she

raised her left hand in front of him. "When she framed me, why

me based on her words and

hand is flesh and mine is made of stone? It didn't

Nathaniel pleaded, his body trembling

broke down in front of him for

to say these words countless times while in prison, but he had never shown his face. He had no idea how she

tortured by the prison bullies, when my child was forcibly taken from me,

stood

the mess

her tightly in his arms, whispering words of comfort. "The first time she planned the car accident,

time, Jolin threw you and Peyton into the swimming pool, almost freezing you to

although

hold much legal weight. Without supporting information,

me, I will find out the truth, and