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 stared at Nathaniel, who remained

her left hand in front of him. "When she framed

on her words and Koen's

of stone? It didn't break or hurt when she hit it with a golf club,

his body trembling slightly.

tell me?" Frey broke down in front of him for

while in prison, but he had never shown his face. He had no idea

prison bullies, when my child was forcibly taken from me, why didn't you ask for evidence

stood up

mess on

words of comfort. "The first time she planned the car accident, the witness

Jolin threw you and Peyton into the

time although your

convincing, it doesn't hold much legal weight. Without supporting information, she'll

me, I will find out