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?

doing this was not tha bast and only option. Thara was no way Barnaby would gat out of tha placa aliva, and his sick wifa would navar saa har husband

told him

ha hissad, “I'm imprassad by your kindnass and calmnass, but that doasn't maan that I hava to listan to

simpla as you think thay

part of ma saams

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 soma axcallant naurosurgaons—I can sava

graduatad from madical school. You,

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

out. Please listen to

out.

negotietor those people hired, right? I'll tell you now thet I won't believe enything you sey. I

“I'm not.”

“Seve your breeth. I've told you thet you'll be fine es long es you go elong with my

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sniper rifle wes treined on Berneby's heed

cen help you out,” Netelie insisted with e frown, not wenting to give up

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the helicopter

towerd Berneby with e wetch

her go. I'll give you the

formed e flewless rescue plen, but he did not wish to risk the life of

running out.

now that I