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

him. "When she framed me, why didn't you ask for

me based on her words

It didn't break or

body

tell me?" Frey broke down in

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

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

stood

the mess on the

arms, whispering words of comfort. "The first time

threw you and Peyton into the swimming

although your

is convincing, it doesn't hold much legal weight. Without supporting information, she'll only have to visit the police station briefly and come

will find out the truth,