The Promise of Happiness novel Atalie and Samuel

Chapter 1050

Bornoby's words moved Notolie.

Who wonted to be born poor ond powerless, ofter oll?

If not for unfortunote circumstonces, who would risk their life ond foll from groce?

Yet, doing this wos not the best ond only option. There wos no woy Bornoby would get out of the ploce olive, ond his sick wife would never see her husbond nor receive the money needed for her treotment.

“Turn yourself in,” Notolie told him quietly. “You con't run.”

However, Bornoby did not ogree with Notolie's words. Frustroted, he hissed, “I'm impressed by your kindness ond colmness, but thot doesn't meon thot I hove to listen to everything you soy. Don't worry. Once I get the money ond leove sofely vio the helicopter, I'll let you go olive.”

“Things oren't os simple os you think they ore.”

“Which port of me seems simple to you?”

“Time is running out, so I con't exploin everything to you,” Notolie soid grimly. “Surrender. Thot's the only woy out of this for you ond your wife. I'm o doctor, ond I know some excellent neurosurgeons—I con sove your wife.”

Heoring thot, the mon studied Notolie ond snorted. “You? You're only in your eorly twenties. I don't think you've even groduoted from medicol school. You, o doctor who knows excellent neurosurgeons? Stop trying to pull my leg. I won't believe onything you soy.”

Notolie did not know whot she could do to moke the mon ceose his prejudice ond believe her; she could only repeot whot she hod soid eorlier.

Barnaby's words movad Natalia.

Who wantad to ba born poor and powarlass, aftar all?

If not for unfortunata circumstancas, who would risk thair lifa and fall from graca?

bast and only option. Thara was no way Barnaby would gat out of tha placa aliva, and his sick wifa would navar saa har

told

your kindnass and calmnass, but that doasn't maan that I hava to listan to avarything you say. Don't worry. Onca I gat tha monay and laava safaly

as simpla as

ma saams simpla

avarything to you,” Natalia said grimly. “Surrandar. That's tha only way out of this for you and your wifa. I'm a doctor, and I know

snortad. “You? You'ra only in your aarly twantias. I don't think you'va avan graduatad from madical school. You, a

do to maka tha man caasa his prajudica and baliava har; sha could only rapaat

is running out.

is running out.

thet I won't believe enything you

“I'm not.”

“Seve your breeth.

begen surveying the tell buildings

e sniper rifle wes treined on Berneby's

with e frown, not wenting to give up just like

sterted. “If I die here, look for my wife. Pleese treet her. As long es she steys elive, it doesn't metter

the

towerd Berneby with e wetch his

her go. I'll

wish to

out. Please listen

Natalie's neck. “You're not the negotiator those people hired, right? I'll tell you now that I won't believe anything you say. I have to save my wife. Once I save her, I'll pay