Chapter 626 Is Mrs. Windsor Jealous?
"Who was it?" Oliver ventured, "Susan?"
"Yes."
A cold expression quickly took over Oliver's face.
"But I can handle this; I don’t need you to intervene."
Natalie reached for her phone on the nightstand, sending a recording from it to her email for safekeeping.
Her caution proved wise, as she had thought to record and even elicit some damning truths from Susan.
"You don’t trust me?" Oliver's annoyance grew. If he had the power to reverse time, he would have beaten up his past self for this.
"It’s not about trust," Natalie explained, "Oliver, I’m capable of handling this myself. And this is not a situation where you can simply intervene and solve everything. Some challenges need to be faced alone to fully appreciate the victory and its rewards."
Moreover, the wrong Susan had done was not only to her but to Flora as well!
"I don’t want to see you become enemies with an old friend because of me," Natalie added, "Especially someone you have known for so long. You once mentioned she did you a favor, and you considered her almost like a sister."
By now, Natalie was convinced that Oliver had no residual feelings or connections to Susan. After witnessing Susan's reprehensible behavior in the hotel room the previous night, she was certain of Oliver's integrity – he would not give someone like that a second thought, unless he was stupid.
"Look, when I was hospitalized after the car accident as a child, I thought she had looked after me, but she hadn’t. Without that, there’s no gratitude owed," Oliver clarified.
The brotherly affection he had felt for Susan was based on a mistaken belief about her kindness, a belief that proved false.
"Oh?"
This revelation surprised Natalie, leading her to reflect.
"So, you’re suggesting there might be another woman out there who actually did care for you, and she might appear someday."
Natalie huffed inwardly, remembering her own past efforts to help others. As an exchange student abroad, she had worked part-time to earn extra money, taking care of a visually impaired boy from her home country.
For all she knew, the girl who had cared for Oliver might have been motivated by financial reasons, just as she had been.
"What's wrong, Mrs. Windsor? Feeling jealous?" Oliver raised an eyebrow, his lips curving into a playful smile.
Natalie scoffed. "Jealous? You have no right to speak of jealousy! The orchestrator of a fake divorce!”
…
Due to various misadventures, the couple's summer camp activities were suddenly canceled for safety reasons.
Though the specifics were not disclosed, the news delighted everyone.
They were overjoyed at the prospect of returning to the city. The appeal of the event had faded after just a few days for most participants, who had never been enthusiastic about it to begin with.
Could the allure of nature truly rival the vibrancy and allure of urban life? Certainly not!
And even if the activities had been entertaining, could they match the excitement of nightlife in a city? Impossible!
Everyone was anxious to return to their urban routines—gamers to their consoles, car enthusiasts to their vehicles, and shoppers to their malls. Back to the pleasures of city life!
A group assembled at the nearest airport, ready to fly back to their respective cities. Many heading to Paykston discovered that even first-class seats were fully booked on several flights. Consequently, the elders arranged for a private jet for them.
This jet belonged to the Windsor family, specifically Mrs. Windsor's private aircraft.
Nearly twenty individuals bound for Paykston expressed their gratitude to Oliver and Natalie, boarding the plane in high spirits. Halfway through boarding, a sudden thought struck them—why were they thanking Natalie? She and Oliver were divorced, right? Yet, the recent actions of Oliver and Lilian had convinced them that Natalie's status as Mrs. Windsor was indisputable.
No other woman seemed a fitting replacement for Mrs. Windsor.
Susan, looking pale and frustrated, trailed behind the group to the airport. Upon seeing Natalie unharmed and present, she halted, perplexed. "How are you still alive?"
Oliver was not by Natalie's side now, and Susan was without company too. Leonard remained in the Southwest due to urgent family matters, indifferent to abandoning his fiancée.
Leonard had grown so indifferent to Susan that he deemed any form of pretense toward her a complete waste of his time and life.
Susan's expression was one of shock and resentment.
"How could I die? Just wait for the consequences and judgment, Susan. I warned you that I won’t let you get away with this,” Natalie said icily.
Susan, undeterred, laughed mockingly with her arms folded. "Natalie, you have no evidence. Just as you suspected my involvement in Flora's incident, you lacked proof."
"We’ll see about that."
"Indeed, we will," Susan responded confidently, "Natalie, you’ve been losing to me since our childhood. Do you really believe you can defeat me now? Keep dreaming!"
…
The journey back to Paykston was filled with vitality, largely due to friends who, after a somewhat cautious beginning, started to engage freely under Barrett and Lilian's encouragement, chatting and eating without any reservations.
Oliver secluded himself in his bedroom for various medical examinations to address the aftermath of the snake venom.
After reassuring Lucas and Lilian of her well-being, Natalie found a quiet spot, pulled up the sunshade, and looked out at the landscape below.
The day was clear, and with the absence of clouds below the plane, she could clearly see the earth's surface—the meandering rivers and roads that snaked across the terrain like silver threads draped over the mountainsides—both mesmerizing and captivating.
The laughter and boisterous chatter of the young men and women around her did not disturb her. Instead, it filled her with a sense of calm and contentment.
She had never imagined she would mingle with the elite of this circle in such a manner, and to her surprise, it was going exceedingly well—surpassing even the peak of her fame, never quite reaching this level of serenity.
Lucas was reluctantly drawn into a competitive gaming session, initially underestimated, but it was not long before everyone was keen to team up with him in ranked matches, looking to him for guidance.
Noah, Barrett, and two others were deeply engaged in an intense card game.
Noah was on a losing streak, with Barrett humorously winning all her money.
"Hey, Noah, are you even making an effort? You've lost a month's allowance to me. Maybe it's time to ask Ethan for more chips," Barrett joked.
Noah glanced at Ethan with pleading eyes.
As Ethan handed over some cash, he remarked, “Barrett only wins when he's playing against an easy target like Noah. Let's see how he fares against Natalie.”
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