Chapter 120 Stabbed in the Heart
“Natalie, I’m your husband!” Oliver roared.
The night had been equally restless for him. He had extended patience and time to Natalie, yet she had gone to see Adrian in secret. What was so special about that man? It seemed like she had always hated him.
Natalie, submerged in a tumult of emotions, found her restraint collapsing under his words. Tears streamed down her face, unbidden and relentless.
Ordinarily, Oliver found women's tears irksome, but seeing Natalie's distress stirred a complex blend of satisfaction and agony within him. His desire to comfort her battled with his anger.
Natalie's sobs grew more intense. She leaned weakly against the bathtub, her eyes burning with hate as she said, "You’re despicable, Oliver!"
Her anguish stemmed not from his physical advances, but his broken promise.
…
Oliver did not linger in the bathroom. He retreated to the living room, lighting a cigarette.
The servants whispered about the early morning scene they had witnessed: their master's icy demeanor as he carried an unconscious Natalie. All of them did not dare to breathe loudly.
Amidst the swirls of smoke in the room, Oliver's thoughts turned to the previous night. His long-awaited union with Natalie had brought him no joy, only remorse. His heart ached with every beat.
"Young Master, Miss Jane was stopped by security," reported a servant.
Charles soon arrived with more information.
"Jane was at All Night Manor with Young Madam last night. She’s here for Young Madam. There was almost a confrontation with the security earlier."
Since the decline of the Watkins family, Jane had become more restrained and had not been involved in fights much, except a few times for her friends.
Oliver's response was icy.
"Send her away."
Charles hesitated, mentioning Jane's connection to Anthony.
“Although Jane’s engagement to Anthony has been called off, he’s been secretly protecting her all these years. If she gets injured here, I’m afraid it’ll cause friction with Anthony…”
Seeing that Oliver only scoffed disdainfully, Charles adjusted his approach, saying, "Jane is Natalie's close friend. If something happens to her, Natalie will be unhappy."
That thought alone softened Oliver's stance slightly. After all, if she was unhappy, he would be unhappy too. Finally, he said, "Send her away unharmed."
…
By noon, Natalie still had not appeared.
Liam, noticing Oliver's covert glances toward the master bedroom, suggested, "Young Master, perhaps you should check on Young Madam. She’s weak, after all."
Oliver was acutely aware of Natalie's fragility. He found the master bedroom empty and the bathroom light still on. Fearing the worst, he pushed open the door.
Natalie lay unconscious in the cold water, feverishly flushed.
"Natalie!"
No response came from her.
Panic gripped Oliver. He wrapped her in a towel and rushed downstairs.
"Prepare the car! Contact Rosy!"
…
Rosy's examination confirmed a high fever. She said reproachfully, "Even if you don’t love her, this is too much! Show some restraint! At the very least, when you were sick, she took care of you so well."
“Alright, stop talking!”
Oliver frowned. From last night to today, he felt irritated. Besides irritation, there was also concern. Not only that, but there was an unfamiliar sense of regret.
Rosy really wanted to continue scolding Oliver, but she did not dare to push her luck. In the end, she only said, “She’s weak now and needs a lot of rest. She needs to drink plenty of water when she wakes up. I’ll get the nurse to administer the medicine after this.”
"I'll do it myself," Oliver said.
Rosy could not help but ask skeptically, “You won’t hurt her, right?”
"Get lost!"
Would he really do something so despicable? If Oliver had asked this question, Rosy would have nodded without hesitation.
…
Not long after Oliver finished giving Natalie the medicine, Jane arrived.
Jane looked stunning in a black dress. As soon as she Oliver, her mocking voice cut through the air.
"Guess what Natalie and I were doing last night?"
At this time, Charles explained in a low voice, "When I arrived at the security office, Jane was already preparing to leave. I think she received a call before that.”
Jane continued to say, "Last night, Natalie and I were originally planning to gather evidence against Adrian, so we could watch a good show. Why did you suddenly go crazy, looking like a betrayed man?"
Oliver's stern face momentarily stiffened in confusion.
‘Gathering evidence?’
It was true that last night's revelry was not befitting of a man about to get engaged.
Thinking of this, panic began to rise in his heart.
‘Had I wrongly blamed her?’
Jane's keen eye for reading people did not miss the fleeting vulnerability in Oliver's expression. She was especially good at reading people like Oliver, who kept their emotions hidden.
Jane sneered, her voice was like knife stabbing at his heart as she said, “What kind of person are you? Disgusting. If it weren’t for Natalie telling me not to interfere, I’d kill you!”
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