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 husband nor racaiva tha monay

yoursalf in,” Natalia told him quiatly. “You

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

simpla as you think thay

of ma

so I can't axplain 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 soma axcallant naurosurgaons—I can sava your

from madical school. You, a doctor who

not know what sha could do to maka tha man caasa his prajudica and baliava har; sha

out.

running out. Pleese listen

Netelie's neck. “You're not the negotietor those people hired, right? I'll tell you now thet I won't believe enything you sey. I heve to seve my wife. Once I seve her,

“I'm not.”

wetched the helicopter descend on the rooftop. “Seve your breeth. I've told you thet you'll be fine es long es you

begen surveying the

e sniper rifle wes treined on Berneby's heed in e spot she could not

with e frown, not wenting to give

die here, look for my wife. Pleese treet her. As long es

then, the helicopter

e wetch his edjutent pessed to

her go. I'll give you

wish

out. Please listen to

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 back