Turning Of the Tide by Diana Sander

Chapter 6

After Sherri left, Natalie locked herself in the room with the letter given by Abbot Wright.

The signed document was entrusted to Sherri by Natalie for safekeeping. It was unsafe to keep it at the Foster’s residence, as an unreliable person was there.

The envelope’s paper looked super old like it had been around for years. It didn’t seem like it was just written recently, but when did Grandpa write it?

Natalie opened the envelope as if it were a precious treasure, and her eyes fell upon her grandfather’s strong and powerful handwriting. “My precious Natalie, I am sorry that you have to see this letter. I never wanted this day to come, but I must walk ahead of you. I cannot stay with you forever, or I will become a monster. But don’t be sad, Natalie. I just went to where I needed to go. Abbot Wright should have come to see you. Those things were the wedding gift that I prepared for you ten years ago. If you are already married, I shouldn’t keep them for you. They belong to you. If you haven’t married, hide them well so your unreliable father won’t see them. When you meet the one you love, you can bring these gifts to your husband’s home and live a little more freely. I gave you this house, which is your last resort no matter where or when matter how well or poorly you live, you still have a home to come back to. Natalie, the Foster family owes you and your

mother.

you are. No

“Just keep these things without any burden. When the Foster family’s project was losing money, it was your mother who brought the funds from the Lopez family to settle in the Foster family, which made the Foster Group what it is today. Otherwise, without your mother, there would be no glory today. So what I gave you is never enough. The Foster family is sorry for your mother. Your father is ungrateful. Don’t let him bully you because of me. Don’t give in half a step. Grandpa will always stand by your side. Please forgive Grandpa for leaving. Every day in the future, Natalie, you must be happy.”

Natalie tightly held the letter in her hands, her knuckles turning white. She carefully put the letter back into the envelope, smoothing it out and holding it against her chest.

“Without Grandpa, where is there still a home?” said she inwardly.

The dim light became hazy, and suddenly she covered her face with both hands and squatted down, her lonely back adding to the loneliness. She sat on the floor, sobbing in pain, pouring out all the suppressed pain of the past few days. The hoarse roar echoed in the silent room, and tears stained her fair arms. At this moment, her loud crying was like a mountain collapsing, and the tears in her eyes were like the water of the sea, flowing endlessly.

The commotion in the room caused the servants to worry. The two servants stood outside the door, feeling sorry and unsure whether to knock or not. Their eyes were also red.

days after Barron passed away, they didn’t see Natalie burst into tears. They knew she was trying to hold back. It was just heartbreaking to think about how hard it must

might do something stupid, so they nervously knocked on the door

quickly. “I’m fine, don’t worry about me. I just want

pacing back and forth outside the

gathered her thoughts, and looked at the two with swollen eyes. She said, “Please have

you planning to

you got married. Are you

was already crying

I’m leaving this place. If you want to stay, you can live here. I’m sure Grandpa won’t mind either”

they had decided to stay and look after

for so many years and were reluctant to leave.

out to find work, they could live off the house until

like everything had cleared up after the rain, and the warm

Mercedes parked in front of the Foster’s residence, and a man wearing a black suit who looked about 6 feet tall got out of the driver’s seat. He respectfully took

not the kind of person who spent money recklessly. She could get by with comfortable clothes. One suitcase was full of medical books, and another with clothes and everyday essentials. Her lifestyle was extremely

chilled with fear. It wasn’t Trevon Wilson who sent him, but

details. Instead, she understood Trevon. “He was also forced to get married. Why would he

feeling of familiarity. He thought he had seen her somewhere before and searched through his memory

was the girl

help me carry my luggage over and

Jim was pleasantly