Chapter 810 Charity Gala
Benjamin was having a blast on the carousel while Saskia found a step to chill on.
Nathaniel handed her a cup of hot cocoa. "Here, it's freezing out. This'll warm you up."
Saskia looked at him, puzzled. "Where'd you get this?"
Nathaniel pointed to a nearby vendor who was manning a stall.
The vendor waved at them from a distance.
Even though the place was reserved just for the three of them, the staff still worked hard. This kind of dedication would impress a lot of bosses.
Saskia's lips twitched slightly as she took the cup. "Thanks."
Nathaniel glanced at where she was sitting and plopped down next to her.
Saskia scooted over, looking surprised.
Nathaniel, with his usual air of elegance, didn't seem like the type to sit just anywhere when tired. It was quite a sight.
Saskia said, "You could've asked the staff for a chair."
"This is fine," Nathaniel replied calmly. His short hair partially covered one eye, and his casual attire softened his usual aloof demeanor.
Saskia couldn't help but stare.
When Nathaniel's gaze met hers, she quickly looked away, flustered.
Then she heard a low chuckle, soft and teasing.
Saskia's ears turned slightly red.
Benjamin played for a long time but got tired before noon.
Nathaniel had already made lunch reservations. He put down his phone and said, "Time for lunch. The restaurant's booked. Benjamin's asleep. I'll carry him."
He reached out, and Saskia hesitated before carefully handing Benjamin over.
Nathaniel held Benjamin gently, covering him with his coat to shield Benjamin from the wind.
The autumn breeze blew softly.
Saskia felt a warmth in her heart.
Nathaniel stepped aside to call the driver. Saskia waited at the amusement park entrance, her eyes scanning the crowd. She froze. "Azalea?"
Meanwhile, Nathaniel finished his call and walked over. "Let's go. The car's here."
Saskia grabbed his arm, her eyes unfocused. "I saw Azalea. She was just there. Where'd she go? Did you see her?"
Nathaniel looked in the direction she pointed but saw nothing.
He instinctively thought Saskia was having another episode.
He frowned. "Are you off your meds again? I have some in the car."
"I'm not sick. I really saw Azalea." Saskia grew more agitated as he doubted her.
Nathaniel replied, "Okay, you're not sick. Saskia, calm down."
Saskia said, "Why don't you believe me?"
Nathaniel's patronizing tone hurt Saskia. She pulled away. "If you don't believe me, I'll find her myself. I know it was Azalea."
Saskia was certain.
She couldn't be mistaken. Azalea was her sister. Saskia couldn't be wrong.
The fleeting figure, even with a scarf covering half her face, was unmistakably Azalea.
Nathaniel, holding Benjamin, tried to stop Saskia, his brow furrowed. He said, "How could it be Azalea? You must be mistaken. Where are you going? Benjamin is still asleep. Are you just gonna leave him?"
The mention of Benjamin calmed Saskia.
She stopped, no longer trying to cross the street, but her eyes kept searching the crowd. She said, "Nathaniel, believe me. I'm not having an episode, and I didn't see anything wrong. That was Azalea. She's not dead."
Seeing her so certain made Nathaniel begin to doubt himself.
Could Saskia be right?
But how could Azalea be alive?They had found her body and buried her recently. If she were alive, whose body was it?
Too many questions swirled in Nathaniel's mind. He decided to calm Saskia first. "Even if we need to find her, now isn't the time. Let's get in the car and talk later."
In the end, Saskia was taken back, and they missed lunch.
Benjamin woke up in the afternoon, ate the meal prepared by the housekeeper, and went back to sleep.
In the bedroom, Saskia lay on her side, replaying the woman's profile in her mind.
There were similarities, but on closer inspection, they didn't quite match. Had Saskia really mistaken someone else for Azalea?
Nathaniel acted quickly. After reviewing the street surveillance footage his assistant had found, he came to Saskia. He said, "I had someone check. There's no sign of Azalea. You must have been mistaken."
"Really?" Saskia murmured.
So it was just her imagination.
Nathaniel said, "Don't overthink it. I'll have them check again."
"Leave me alone. I need some time to myself." Saskia didn't want to see anyone right now.
The joy of thinking she saw Azalea had turned into deep disappointment. The emotional rollercoaster was hard to handle.
Nathaniel gave Saskia a long look. "I'll leave you be. Call me if you need anything."
The door closed softly.
Tears rolled down Saskia's cheeks as she looked at her phone, searching for the call from Azalea.
Seeing the record of the brief call, she couldn't hold back her tears.
After that day, Saskia didn't mention Azalea again.
Nathaniel continued his investigation. He didn't expect to find anything, but after a few days, there was a clue.
A paparazzo had taken a photo, mistaking the person for a disguised celebrity. Realizing the mistake later, they were about to delete the photo when Nathaniel's team intercepted it.
In his office, Nathaniel stared at the computer screen, his mind racing. The shock was as intense as when he first learned Benjamin was his son.
The person in the photo did resemble Azalea.
His assistant walked in and saw Nathaniel staring at a photo of a woman with a covered face. He paused for a few seconds.
He called out, "Mr. Egan?"
"What is so urgent that you didn't knock?" Nathaniel closed the laptop, his gaze cold.
Whether this person was Azalea or not, Saskia couldn't know. Her condition was too fragile for any more shocks.
The assistant swallowed and said, "There's an invitation to a gala. The partners want to know if you'll attend."
"A gala?" Nathaniel's eyes flickered. He remembered the event and thought of Saskia's recent melancholy.
He thought that taking her out might be a good idea.
He replied, "Tell them I'll attend with a date."
"Alright... I'll go notify them now."
The assistant was taken aback. Nathaniel was actually going to attend the banquet for the first time; hadn't he been in a bad mood these past few days? And he was even bringing a date. Despite his curiosity, he knew better than to ask.
That evening, Nathaniel told Saskia about the gala.
Saskia was stunned. "You want me to go with you?" she asked.
"It's a charity gala. The proceeds go to orphanages and nursing homes," Nathaniel said casually, knowing it would appeal to her.
Sure enough, Saskia hesitated.
A charity gala didn't sound so bad.
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