Turning Of the Tide by Diana Sander

Chapter 24

After a refreshing shower, Natalie blow-dried her hair in the bathroom while counting the days remaining before the divorce in her heart.

Half of a month had stealthily elapsed since she and Trevon got the marriage license, leaving behind a mere two and a half months until their divorce.

Soon, liberation would be hers to embrace.

However, where would she go once the two-and-a-half months waned? The Foster’s residence was replete with cherished memories of her late grandfather. Besides, living there would fail to offer her tranquility,

In the past, Harry, her father, would never set foot inside the house. But now that Barron had passed away, it was certain that Harry would not abide by the rules Barron had established before.

This was all because of Harry’s audacious act of bringing his mistress, along with his illegitimate daughter, into the Foster’s residence merely a week after Natalie’s mother’s demise. Natalie’s grandfather, Barron, incensed beyond measure, had been consigned to a hospital bed, vehemently demanding the severance of any paternal connection to Harry.

Harry didn’t agree, so Barron then offered that if Harry wanted to live with his mistress and illegitimate daughter, then he wasn’t allowed into the Foster’s residence even half a step. Otherwise, Harry would no longer be considered as his son, and he would be disinherited from the farmily fortune. Moreover, Barron also said that he would take Natalie away, and Harry was not allowed to meddle in everything about her.

Driven by his desire to live with his mistress and his illegitimate daughter as a family, Harry capitulated, swearing off ever setting foot in the Foster’s residence, nor bothering Natalie ever again.

However, Harry had never anticipated, nor had Natalie herself, that Barron would entrust the lawyer Abbot to transfer all the inheritance to Natalie’s name upon the deaths of her mother and grandparents. It was all notarized.

It was an obvious trick to Harry, orchestrated by Barron, to grant Natalie

a life with no worries.

The recollection of this weighed heavily upon her heart, and Natalie’s

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eyes welled up with misty tears.

She raised her head to hold back her tears, lost once again in pensive

rumination.

Harry had always acted like an obedient son in the past, fueled by his desire to get Barron’s inheritance Yet, now that Barron’s inheritance lay securely under Natalie’s name, she knew Harry would undoubtedly unleash a torrent of troubles upon her

Anyway, things would work out in the end. Natalie decided to put it behind her for a while.

Meanwhile, Trevon, having also finished his shower, reclined languidly on the bed, retrieving his phone to search about the working hours of doctors at the Athana Hospital

The page displayed the schedule of doctors at the Athana Hospital, and the morning shift was from 8 am to 5 pm while the night shift was from 1:30 pm to 8 pm.

As he glanced at the work schedule, a frown creased his forehead. The attended time was from 8:00 pm to 8:00 am the following morning followed by a day off, and then back to the morning shift. There were two shifts a week.

Such was the rotating schedule, dictating the rhythm of the morning and evening shifts.

arduous. It came as no surprise that Natalie was often spotted returning home in the dead

very well, but upon first impression, it was difficult to imagine her as a doctor. Though they got married for half a month, he still

to go for a run by the side of the villa. After her recent fight, she had been feeling that her physical fitness had become worse, so she chose to rise early and complete a round trip of 3 miles along the road outside the

she unexpectedly crossed paths with Trevon descending the stairs. It was the first time Natalie had seen

than 5.9 feet tall, he descended the stairs with an air of confidence. His black attire made him

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elegant, which immediately

as though the spotlight of the world had

handsome, and his features perfectly aligned with

didn’t always put on a long

fixing his gaze on Natalie who stared at him, transfixed.

swiftly came back to her senses. “Ahem, Mr. Wilson, good morning.”

in the air, as always. He

from heaven, offering no response to her greeting. Instead, he inquired,

fridge is empty. Shall we go out and grab a bite?” Natalie had grown accustomed to Trevon’s enigmatic

manner.

she realized the inappropriateness, since their relationship now was far from suitable for sharing a morning meal

would praise Trevon as God’s favored one while she would be criticized hard, like she

could already fathom the contents of

are ingredients in the refrigerator. You can cook something

in the morning, he suddenly wanted to have the breakfast she made, fueled by a mysterious curiosity about what she would prepare

test the veracity of his grandfather’s high praise of her.

she was not as good as

the fact that she had been ordered, but

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night, she found nothing in the fridge, and that was why she had to eat durian to

she imitated his way of not responding and promptly entered the kitchen to inspect the contents

of his

It was as though the supermarket had relocated itself within the kitchen. Her eyes then shifted. to the scattered flour and the toasted

a test of her cooking?

cooking. Her grandfather occasionally craved cakes, and she worried that the cakes sold in the shops outside would be overly saccharine for his taste. Thus, she enrolled in a class

she called out from the kitchen to the living room, “What would you desire for breakfast,

days when he developed a habit of contenting himself with whatever rations were provided, but years

he must admit that Natalie’s cooking was very

taste.

Trevon actually offered the most challenging option. After all, who knew whether he would enjoy it or

the morning, she had grown fond

of a substantial breakfast,

having breakfast, which

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in her upbringing and routine.