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!"

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

her left hand in front of him. "When she

me based on her words and

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

pleaded, his body trembling slightly.

Frey broke down in front of

wanted to say these words countless times while in prison, but he had never shown his

my child

stood

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 pool, almost freezing you to death. We couldn't catch

although your

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

me, I will find