The President’s Mistake A Tale of Love and Regret

Chapter 342 On the Edge

"Nathaniel! Are you even human?" Frey shouted, her voice breaking. "That woman murdered your son! Do you understand? Your son!"

Tears streamed down Frey's face, carried by the cold wind of the Alps, her eyes red with anguish. "She holds your son's flesh in her hands. Please, be human!" Her gaze lingered on him, filled with disappointment, before she turned and walked down the stairs on the side of the rooftop.

"What's happening?" Hudson and the others hurried over, sensing something amiss, only to find Nathaniel standing like a statue, stunned by Frey's slap. "Mr. Nathaniel..." Koen's voice trembled with fear.

Peyton shot Nathaniel a fierce look before chasing after Frey down the stairs.

Finally snapping out of his stupor, Nathaniel realized the extent of the harm he had caused Frey.

He knew that Frey would not forgive him in a short period, overshadowed by endless speculation and anger.

He rushed after her, staggering as he grabbed Peyton's bicycle.

Nathaniel pedaled furiously, following the path they often took in the evenings to view the mountain scenery.

Cars couldn't traverse the narrow trails, leaving bicycles as the only option.

the mountaintop, standing precariously close to the cliff's edge. His heart pounded wildly, nearly leaping out

halting about 16 or 20 feet, his

to the breathtaking canyon, the lake district spread out below like a fairyland. Her skirt fluttered dangerously in

please come here,"

his voice breaking.

but I will

Frey, I

voice was humble,

know I was wrong. Hatred blinded

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my life has been a torment. I used alcohol to numb myself, tried leaving Saeville, returning to Cianwood, even went to

leave because you

blinded by my hatred and

that I realized the gravity

planned to propose to you in a

front of Frey. Inside was the Eternal Diamond, a myth in the jewelry world, the purest