FakeNovelChapter 760 Nathalie returned to Stewart Estate, still stewing with frustration.
Lincoln and Dominick were in the living room, locked in a tense gof chess. Dominick was down to just a king, a bishop, and a pawn, yet he remained upbeat. "Uncle Howard, my king's got plenty of escape routes. You won't pindown that easily. How about we call it a draw and pick up tomorrow?" Lincoln looked up as Nathalie walked in, losing interest in the game. He pushed the board aside, saying, "I'm done for today." Ford, who had been quietly watching, couldn't help but tease Dominick. "What a blowout." Dominick fired back, "Uncle Howard's a genius mathematician with brains to spare. Losing to him is no disgrace. Why don't you give it a shot tomorrow? You'll think twice about those remarks after you lose." Lincoln approached Nathalie with fatherly concern. "Vivian, where've you been all day?" Nathalie paused briefly, choosing to leave Nathan out of it. She casually said, "I went to visit an old friend in prison." She figured, since Nathan cherished a peaceful life, she'd let him have it.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtSwitching gears, Nathalie asked Lincoln, "Dad, were you looking for me?" Lincoln's eyes flickered with worry. He was scared his daughter might be overwhelmed by her feelings and make a regrettable decision. He wanted to keep tabs on her without being overbearing.
Nathalie seemed to pick up on his concern. She took his hand, smiling warmly. "Dad, don't worry about me. I'm doing fine and plan to live a long, fulfilling life. I've still got to take care of you in your old age." Her comforting words eased Lincoln's worries. "Vivian, don't you dare lie to me. I'm counting on you." Nathalie nodded, determined to support both her father and Nathan through their challenges.
After dinner, just as Nathalie settled into bed, the intebuzzed. "Miss, Mrs. Joseph is here, insisting she must see you. She says it's urgent." Wondering what was so pressing, Nathalie decided to change and go meet her.
Under the dim streetlights, a black sedan was parked by the curb. At the gate, Miranda sat hunched in a wheelchair, her neck craned.
Suddenly, the streetlights cto life, making her sit up str. Caroline surprise.
in Nathalie approached with grace, her path illuminated by a silvery glow. Behind her were Lizzy and a few bodyguards.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmSince their last encounter, Miranda had visibly aged. Her skin sagged, wrinkles deep enough to catch flies, and her eyes were dull and jaundiced. Her clothes were cheap and dirty, giving off a strong odor of sweat.
Nathalie instinctively took a step back, covering her nose.
Lizzy stepped forward protectively, shielding Nathalie. "Li alie. "Listen, lady, you can't just waltz in here and see our CEO. You're not welcome. Leave."
Miranda looked at Nathalie, who, after losing Nathan and reclaiming family power, had sked her Om innocence for a fierce, intimidating presence. The pain in Miranda's eyes was all too clear.
Her voice wavered as she shifted from harshness to pleading, "Nel, I know I've messed up a lot, and you have every right to hate me. Take it out onif you must, but don't punish your sister. How could you treat her like that?"
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