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

in front of him. "When she

convicted me based on her words

mine is made of stone? It didn't break or hurt when she

Nathaniel pleaded, his body trembling slightly. "Please,

Frey broke down in front

prison, but he had never shown his face. He had no idea how she had struggled to survive in hell

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

Nathaniel stood up

over the mess

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

Jolin threw you and Peyton into the swimming

although

legal weight. Without supporting information, she'll only have to visit the

I will find