Chapter 262 Mrs. Windsor, Go Home
"Oliver!" Natalie exclaimed, visibly startled. She held Oliver’s arm anxiously, wanting to examine it for injury. Had Oliver not reacted with such speed, she would have been injured.
Oliver covered his wound with his free hand and said reassuringly, “I’m fine.”
The police acted swiftly to restrain Hailey, then turned their focus to Oliver and Natalie, offering apologies for the unfortunate incident that led to Oliver's injury.
It was unforeseen by all that Hailey would conceal weapons with the intent to harm someone inside the police station. Two officers handcuffed her and led her away to a detention cell.
Edwin’s words echoed in Hailey’s mind at this moment.
‘Hailey, you have two options. Either follow my instructions and live, or defy me and I’ll ensure your life is miserable.’
Faced with such a dire ultimatum, Hailey chose a path that brought her here, to ‘confess’ and await her fate.
"Mr. Windsor, would you please come here so I can bandage your wound?" a police officer asked, holding a first aid kit.
"Okay," Oliver consented, then turned to another officer and added, "Please look after my wife."
"Of course, Mr. Windsor. You can rely on us," the officer responded.
"I’ll accompany you," Natalie stated, her concern evident. She wanted to be by Oliver’s side.
"Wait here," Oliver instructed.
Meanwhile, Noah was in tears, her heart shattered, while Adrian, overwhelmed by frustration and regret, found himself too drained to offer his sister comfort.
…
In a separate room, Oliver removed his jacket to make it easier for the officer to tend to his injury.
Upon examining the wound, the officer let out a relieved sigh. "Mr. Windsor, fortunately, your injury is superficial. I’ll bandage it up, and it should scab over by tomorrow."
"Please add a bit more,” Oliver requested, “I’d prefer the bandage to be thicker.”
"Ah, I understand!" The officer was momentarily taken aback but soon grasped Oliver's underlying motive. It was unexpected for Mr. Windsor to also engage in the charade of feigning a severe injury!
Oliver, satisfied with the officer's compliance, nodded in approval. Hailey was not very strong; how could she have injured Oliver if it were not for his deliberate actions?
…
"Oliver, is your injury serious?" Natalie hurried to Oliver’s side the moment he reappeared.
By then, Charles had already fetched a change of clothes for Oliver from the car, ensuring that no matter the circumstances, Oliver's appearance remained impeccable.
Adrian looked on with a somber and mocking expression, noting Natalie's unprecedented level of concern, something he had never witnessed during their time together.
"It’s not serious," Oliver assured her, lifting his arm to display the excessively thick layer of bandage, "It’ll heal in a few days."
"How can it not be serious when there’s so much bandage?” Natalie felt distressed on his behalf. Any lingering awkwardness between them had long since vanished.
Seizing the chance, Oliver leaned in to kiss Natalie's forehead, a gesture that filled him with a sense of contentment.
The officer, who had helped bandage Oliver earlier, thought to himself, ‘Women are indeed easily fooled…’
…
After finalizing all necessary paperwork and formalities, the group departed from the police station.
Edwin found Oliver's flawless, detached demeanor unbearable. He said, "Oliver, I apologize for the inconvenience this time. Father has decided to appoint me as the head of the family. Don’t worry, I’ll look after you from now on.”
Edwin had visited Henry, who had fallen from grace and was imprisoned thanks to Oliver. It was not surprising that Henry wanted Oliver to suffer. He readily passed on the position of the head of the family to Edwin, ordering Edwin to seek revenge on Oliver. He only wanted Oliver to live a miserable life.
"Congratulations," Oliver responded with a scornful smile.
The title of ‘head of the family’ held little significance in the grand scheme; true power and wealth were what mattered. Oliver was well aware that Edwin's tenure as head of the family would be short-lived.
"Uncle, what will become of my mother's shares in the Windsor Group?"
This question weighed heavily on Adrian's mind. With the Harrington Group teetering on the brink of failure, his future seemed to hinge on inheriting Victoria's wealth.
"The group has reacquired your mother's shares. The board has appointed me to oversee them," Edwin explained, his tone laced with regret, “Adrian, there’s no other way. Victoria was part of the Windsor family, but you belong to the Harrington family. It wouldn’t be fair for you to inherit assets from the Windsor Group. Nonetheless, the entirety of the Harrington Group will be yours and Noah’s."
The entire Harrington Group will be mine? But the Harrington Group is in a mess now!’
Adrian's initial shock soon morphed into resentment. "Uncle, my mother had promised to divide the shares between Noah and me, and Grandfather had consented!"
“I’m unaware of such arrangements. Should you manage to find evidence to support your claims, I’ll ensure the shares are transferred to you. We’re all tired today; I suggest you go home and rest. We’ll wait for the trial,” Edwin advised, feigning a weary expression. Having achieved his objective, he made a swift exit, leaving Adrian without the opportunity to further his plea.
‘Evidence?’
With Victoria deceased and Henry incarcerated, how could Adrian, now powerless, possibly uncover any evidence? And even if he did, Edwin could simply dismiss it as falsified.
Adrian collapsed to the ground in despair, and Noah, her eyes puffy from tears, struggled to lift him.
"Let’s go home, Mrs. Windsor," Oliver suggested, his arm wrapped around Natalie's waist.
It took a moment for Natalie to register that Oliver had addressed her as ‘Mrs. Windsor’. Before the reveal of their relationship, this was rare.
"Okay..."
Natalie's gaze lingered on the police station, filled with doubts. She had always sensed that something was amiss.
…
Once home, Oliver's first act was to shower, driven by his penchant for cleanliness. Stripping down, he paused to call out, "Natalie!"
"Yes?"
Natalie, on her way to prepare dinner, turned in response. "Why... Why did you come out like this? Can you put your clothes on?”
She averted her gaze immediately.
Oliver, leaning casually against the doorframe, observed Natalie's blush. He teased, "Mrs. Windsor, we’ve been married for a while now. You should be used to this sight. What’s there to be shy about?”
"Oliver! What do you want?" Natalie's frustration was evident as she bit her lip. His brazenness knew no bounds.
"Help me shower. I need to keep my wound dry," Oliver said, anticipation in his voice.
Natalie was reluctant. "The wound is on your arm. Simply be cautious and avoid getting it wet. I need to cook."
"Let the servants handle that. You should help me instead."
"Aren’t you very picky with your food?” Natalie asked, surprised and hopeful.
Oliver narrowed his eyes. "What’s with the expression?"
‘Does she not want to cook for me?’
Seeing his reaction, Natalie explained, “You’re too picky to the point that it affects your health. I’d naturally be happy if you were no longer picky with your food.”
Oliver scrutinized her, then remarked, "I can barely stomach food made by others. Natalie, if you don’t help me shower, I’m going to catch a cold soon."
In truth, his immune system was robust; he was twelve the last time he fell ill.
“OK.”
Natalie relented and instructed the kitchen to prepare a simple meal. Although she was initially embarrassed, that feeling soon gave way to guilt and heartache when she looked at Oliver’s bandaged arm.
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