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!"

fell to the floor, and soup splashed everywhere. Her eyes turned red as she

in front of him. "When she framed me, why

me based on her words and Koen's

you think Abigail's hand is flesh and mine is made of stone? It didn't break or hurt when she hit

Nathaniel pleaded, his body

tell me?" Frey broke down in

his face. He had no idea how she had struggled to survive in hell

my child was forcibly taken from me, why didn't

stood

mess

arms, whispering words of comfort. "The first time she planned the

though she instigated Jolin the second time, Jolin threw you and Peyton into the swimming pool,

time although your

information, she'll only have to visit the

me, I will find out the truth, and