Chapter 432 Oliver, You've Really Got Guts!
Natalie had heard that some individuals with multiple personality disorder got along well between their primary and secondary personalities. This was often because a secondary personality emerged to fulfill the needs of the primary one. However, some secondary personalities were extreme and even antisocial.
"Not really," Nathan said.
Natalie breathed a sigh of relief. After thinking over what he had just said, she spoke sincerely, "Nathan must have loved the little girl you guys met when you were children."
"Yes, he did," Nathan replied with a smile.
The word "you" pleased Nathan. It was unexpected how easily ‘his’ Natalie accepted his existence.
Originally, Nathan worried that she might see his second personality as a monster like many people had when faced with such a situation, which would suggest eradicating the secondary personality.
But she hadn't. She said he loved her.
Of course, he loved her. He was born out of love. Love for the person in front of him.
Natalie was surprised; she had never seen such a radiant smile from "Roger" before. Typically, Roger always had a gentle smile.
She was a bit puzzled, but she couldn't put her finger on what felt different.
"Natalie, would you come and recuperate at my place? There are servants at the mansion to take care of you, and I can keep you company." Nathan seized the opportunity to ask.
"No, thank you, Roger. Someone will pick me up in a while," Natalie declined with a smile, her expression devoid of happiness.
"Who?" Nathan frowned.
"Oliver."
Oliver arrived quickly after getting Natalie's call.
Natalie didn't give him the exact location. As soon as the call connected, she simply asked, "Will you still come pick me up?" She hung up right after that, without providing any information.
After all, she was upset, and given Oliver's abilities, he could quickly find Natalie's location using that one telephone call from the desk phone.
The hospital room fell silent.
Natalie looked out at the drizzle outside, faintly hearing raindrops pelting the window.
Suddenly, the door was pushed open, and a drenched Oliver appeared at the entrance of the ward. His hair was dripping wet, with water continued to drip down.
"Sir! You can't come into the ward like this!" A nurse tried to stop Oliver but failed. Oliver had already rushed in, and, in the blink of an eye, he had arrived in front of Natalie.
"Don't touch me!" Her voice was firm, halting the man's embrace just inches away. Natalie could feel the dampness from Oliver; the moisture from his body quickly spread into a wet stain on the hospital bed sheet.
"Natalie..." Oliver's gaze fell on her face.
Over the course of the night, the swelling had subsided, yet two distinct handprints were visible against her pale complexion, and a small cut on her lip which was likely from a bite and was evident.
A pang of heartache ensued.
"If you're taking me back, just get me a wheelchair," Natalie said calmly, turning her face away.
Oliver froze abruptly, looking somewhat comical.
It took him a full two seconds before he stiffly straightened up, uttering a simple "Okay," to Natalie, who turned her head towards the window, ignoring him.
Before leaving, Oliver cast a glance at Nathan beside her. The latter raised his eyebrows slightly, showing no fear.
Upon receiving the news from Liam that Natalie hadn't come home, Oliver immediately sent people to search for her and only managed to track down those three scoundrels!
Oliver suspected that someone had rescued Natalie and immediately contacted Roger.
"Your wife goes missing, and you come to me, Oliver? That's quite incompetent of you!" This was how Roger had responded.
The tone of that statement implied she was not with him.
Oliver also tried to trace Roger's whereabouts, but it was as if Roger had intentionally erased any trace of himself. Oliver's search ended fruitlessly.
But what was the real situation? Natalie was right there with Roger! There was a defiant expression on Roger's face as if he were saying, "You're not qualified to discuss a single word with me!"
Yes, Natalie hadn't been rescued by Oliver. Even then, at that time, he had received a call from Natalie, perhaps a call for help, yet he...
"Natalie, do you have to go back with him?" Nathan could see Natalie's strong aversion to Oliver then and there.
"Roger, he's my husband," she stated.
That sentence stripped Nathan of any right or claim to her. Why hadn't he come to his senses sooner?
Oliver brought the wheelchair. Natalie had intended to move onto it herself, but her physical condition did not permit it. In the end, Oliver had no choice but to lift her onto it.
The moment his body touched hers, a frown creased her brow. Oliver noticed this subtle change. In between her brows was an imperceptible resistance.
Had "Roger" not been there, she might have pushed him away.
Natalie rarely embarrassed others in public.
"Roger, thank you!" Natalie looked at Roger with a mix of gratitude and apology, "You've saved me once again."
Nathan waved his hand dismissively, instructing Natalie to take care of her health. "Thank me when you've fully recovered."
Natalie agreed with a smile. But her smile was a bit faint.
On the way back to Rosewood Estate from the hospital, Natalie didn't say a word.
"Lady, you're finally back! Sir, why are you drenched? You'll catch a cold!" Liam, who had been worried all night, managed to stay up in the living room and wait until Natalie returned.
Upon seeing Natalie in a wheelchair with injuries on her face, he became frantic.
"Just a minor injury. It will heal soon," Natalie comforted him.
After Liam asked a few questions about her condition and noticed the tense atmosphere between Oliver and Natalie, he quickly clammed up and went to contact the family doctor and the chef to see what kind of diet would be best for the Lady's recovery.
Oliver observed the recent events, and after pushing Natalie into the house, he knelt before her with a pleasant temper. "Which book should I bring you? Dinner will be ready soon. What would you like to eat?"
"I want to go back to my room," Natalie said.
Oliver silently watched her for a moment, then compromisingly pushed the wheelchair to the indoor elevator.
"To “my” room," Natalie clarified as Oliver was about to open the master bedroom.
"This is your room," the man said stubbornly, as always, and pushed Natalie into the master bedroom.
Natalie's mouth twitched slightly, but she was too tired to argue.
"What do you want to do? Shall I carry you to bed to lie down for a while? The doctor said you needed rest," Oliver said. He had spoken to the attending doctor in detail about Natalie's condition before leaving the hospital.
Every word from the doctor was like a dagger to his heart. Yet he didn't even have the right to express his pain.
"I want to take a bath," Natalie said, looking toward the bathroom.
"No, you're not in the condition to bathe." Oliver could not agree to that request. He softened his tone and coaxed her like a child. "Next week. How about we wait until next week for a bath?"
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