The President’s Mistake A Tale of Love and Regret



Not even the Hill family, nor Nathaniel himself, could save Abigail's life at this juncture.

Despite her desperate pleas, Nathaniel was not inclined to intervene.

Abigail's cries gradually subsided. The Hill family must have paid a hefty sum to establish contact with the outside world during her bail period.

"Are you done?" Nathaniel's voice was icy. His feelings toward Abigail were now laced with hatred, turning his expression dark even though he couldn't see her face.

Abigail's voice, soft and pitiful, came through the phone, designed to evoke Nathaniel's protective instincts. She knew Michael couldn't save her this time, only Nathaniel could.

"Nathaniel, I beg you. I swear I won't target Ms. Frey again. I was wrong. I'm terrified. Please help me! My ribs hurt so much. I took that shot for you and it still hasn't healed. It hurts! Please!"

Nathaniel's disgust was evident. He had gone against his principles countless times for Abigail and was utterly fed up.

"Abigail, three years ago I used Frey's left hand to I

pay for your

ribs..."

His voice was so cold that Abigail dared not utter another word.

The mention of Frey's left hand made Nathaniel's left hand twitch involuntarily, as the pain had been festering for three years, deeply ingrained in his bones.

"I've given you money, covered up for your messes countless times. You probably can't even track them yourself, can you?"

"Abigail, honestly, in every way, you are not worthy to even carry Frey's shoes."

"Nathaniel! How can you do this to me?" Abigail's voice rose in a near-scream.

Nathaniel cut her off. "Abigail, you killed my son. Do you think I can ever forgive you?"

"I owed the Hill family a life, and I have repaid that debt long ago. From now on, if you or anyone from the Hill family so much as touches Frey or me, you will face ruint

The line went dead silent, followed by the frantic voice of a middle-aged man, and then Abigail's hysterical cries, before the call was abruptly disconnected.

Nathaniel gripped the phone tightly and turned to see Frey standing there.

Panic washed over him as he struggled to explain the call, but Frey walked away before he could say anything.

What worried Frey most was the

possibility of Nathaniel helping

Abigail She feared no one else e even the Hill family, but Natet

cunning ways terrified her.

She had overheard enough to suspect it was Abigail on the phone, and that name alone brought back relentless nightmares.

She felt an overwhelming discomfort and didn't allow Nathaniel any chance to explain.

"Frey! Frey!" Nathaniel chased after her, his fear palpable.

After spending every day with her, seeing her initial repulsion turn into

quietionship, he couldn't

bear the thought of losing the fragile progress they had made.

He hurried to her, grabbing her arm, but before he could speak, Frey turned and slapped him hard across the face.

Both stood in stunned silence. The household staff, who had just come to invite them for dinner, froze at the sight, not knowing what to do.noveldrama