The President’s Mistake A Tale of Love and Regret

Chapter 340 A Call for Help

With a bittersweet smile, Nathaniel placed Frey's right hand on the piano keys and said hoarsely, "How about we play a song together like this? I'll play as the left hand and you're the right?" Frey looked up at Nathaniel. A moment of nostalgia washed over her as she remembered their previous duet. The memory mingled with the present, adding a touch of poignancy to the scene. Meanwhile, Peyton and Koen were strolling by the lake when the melody of "Dedicated to Alice" drifted from the castle's second-floor window.

"Can Frey play the piano?" Peyton wondered aloud, her eyes widening in disbelief.

The doctor had said her hand might never recover, so hearing piano music was a surprise. Could Mr. Nathaniel be playing it? It didn't seem likely. Nonetheless, hearing the piano music was a hopeful sign.

That evening, a doctor arrived at the castle with Ozzy. A special medical room had been set up to facilitate Frey's treatment.

She underwent two hours of therapy, and the results were more promising than expected.

Nathaniel felt a wave of relief. He was grateful he had brought Frey away from the tumultuous environment of Saeville. Things were finally starting to improve.

While Frey rested in her room, Nathaniel stayed behind to discuss the treatment plan with the psychiatrist and Ozzy.

Over the next few days, Nathaniel was virtually inseparable from Frey. It wasn't just that he followed her around. It was as if he had become a shadow, constantly present in her life. Every morning, Nathaniel would wake Frey for a jog around the lake.

or simply enjoy each other's company in

his business concerns, focusing solely

took her skiing once, but due to her frail condition,

evenings, while Frey painted the serene lake scene from the castle rooftop, Nathaniel would finally have time to

carved with primitive patterns, was a tranquil

in Stanna was

in her painting. On the other hand, Nathaniel was seated nearby on a lazy sofa and was immersed in his work. They had fallen

of Nathaniel's cell phone. It was an international call from an unfamiliar

known only to a few close associates. Fearing

his shock, Abigail's desperate voice

me! I don't want to die... I don't want

never harm Ms. Frey again. Please help me! I don't want to stay here... I don't want

the phone. He glanced at Frey, then hurriedly walked to the room on the

his previous relationship