Turning Of the Tide by Diana Sander

Chapter 400

Trevon sat on the bed with a smile on his face. He hadn’t expected Natalie to figure it out so quickly. He had thought she was clever before, but now he was even more impressed.

Her confident tone indicated that she had pretty much guessed everything. He quickly apologized, “Honey, I was wrong. I was just worried about you being pregnant. There won’t be any issues between me and Frank. A fight will resolve everything

When handling issues, men would not play guessing games as women did. They would also not be petty and fall out with each other. It was resolved through fighting, whether it was with Frank or Hackett.

There was hardly anything that could not be resolved through a fight. If it could not be resolved, it was probably not even worth fighting over.

Natalie deliberately pressed a cotton swab against the injured comer of Trevon’s mouth, causing him to wince in pain. Still, he maintained a smile and said, “Are you trying to murder your husband?”

After Natalie had tended to his wound and packed away the medical kit, she said, “I haven’t planned on being a widow. You’ll do just fine. Even if I look elsewhere, I might not find anyone better than you.”

Trevon knew she was being playful. “I just love it when you praise me. Say more nice things.”

“I don’t feel like arguing with you. Did Rose tell Frank?”

Natalie didn’t want to continue such a meaningless conversation.

Standing between his legs, she leaned against his waist as he held her. He glanced at her belly, then looked up at her. “Rose probably told Frank, but he might need some time to process it.”

Natalie didn’t question why Rose hadn’t told them. She understood that even the closest relationships have their secrets. They could not share everything. For example, Natalie didn’t want to bring up their family matters.

Even the closest people should have a quiet secret space.

Sometimes, not asking was a form of politeness.

Meanwhile, at the Roberts family villa.

Inside the yard, Frank had arrived half an hour earlier, but he hadn’t gone upstairs. He sat in the car, smoking one cigarette after another.

His face clouded with a deep frown and restlessness. Trevon had a point. Rose was 26 years old, and it was not easy to fall in love with someone. One could confine a person but not their heart.

Even though Rose wasn’t allowed to interact with Edward, what could they do if Rose wasn’t happy? She had already been hurt once in matters of the heart. It was taboo for the entire family.

Frank lost count of how many cigarettes he had smoked. The pack was empty. He couldn’t be bothered to open the new one. Then, he rubbed his tired eyes, opened the car door, and stepped out.

He gently closed the door.

brightly lit. His parents were no longer sitting on

location. He lowered his head to change his shoes, then headed upstairs. His hands were in his pockets, lacking the

as he was about to head to his room, Rose opened the door. Her brother had been ignoring her, and she couldn’t sleep. He

her brother’s mouth, Rose was

glanced at Rose. He could not stay mad at her. What could she have done wrong? As Trevon had said, matters of the heart

could have been a split second.

been a single

his heart. Sometimes, even he couldn’t distinguish the exact cause.

She lowered her head, resembling a student who

on Rose’s bed. He looked at his sister, who had her head bowed at the door. “I haven’t scolded you

and fetched the medical kit, placing it on the bed and opening it. She took out some medicine and helped

his mind was contemplating something. After a while, he spoke

course, he was referring to Edward.

say anything. When he met Rose’s misty eyes, his heart softened and ached. “Don’t cry. It’s just a cut, not a major injury. Hold your tears

The usually unruly younger sister suddenly became docile. Frank couldn’t explain the discomfort he felt in

to leave. He fell silent for a moment. Then, he said to his sister, who had put

wanted to ask but didn’t dare. In the end, she chose not to

bed behind him, leaned back, and turned his head to look at his unusually quiet sister. “So, your recent meditation revealed that you’ve developed feelings for Edward. You’re trying to forget this emotion, to let

nodded, unable to

it was just a phase, a sudden whim. He was perplexed by her unusual

He needed

silent and tears trickling down from her eyes, wetting her pajama pants, Frank sat up straight. He reached out, pulling her shoulder into his embrace and gently patting it.

statement made Rose cry even harder. Her tears soaked into Frank’s chest. He used his other hand to rub

up. pulled out a tissue from the bedside table, and wiped her tears while sniffling. She scolded Frank, “You’re being biased. If Ava cried, you would’ve handed her tissues long ago. I cried for so long, and you didn’t even offer

than tissues. Be content. Baby

a disdainful glance at his sister. As he said this, he even shifted his butt slightly, retrieving a whole pack.

tone, Rose mumbled, “I’m not planning on causing a

home either. Grace and William

crying a bit more? Don’t start crying again before I even ask a couple of questions,”

ask. I promise to be

her posture, adopting the appropriate attitude.

times have you interacted with him?” Frank’s expression turned cold as he delved into the topic. He had no idea

couldn’t believe his sister had kept him

her fingers. Frank watched her as she bent one finger after another, and he couldn’t help but feel exasperated. His temples throbbed, and the anger he had suppressed began to rise

get to the point. Stop counting with

She continued to fold her fingers, recounting one and then another. “Actually, it’s not that many times. One time was when we had pizza together before. Another time was when I came back from Sapphire City, and 1 met him when I got off work. He wasn’t feeling well, so I escorted him home. Then there was a time at the dock when I