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!"

a crash, Frey suddenly stood up, overturning 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, you

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

me based on her words and Koen's false testimony!" she

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

his body

Frey broke down in front of

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

when my

stood

the mess

reach her. He held her tightly in his arms, whispering words of comfort. "The first time

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

time although

legal weight. Without supporting information, she'll only have to visit the police station briefly and come

I will find out