PopularNovelMorris looked pale as he stared at the card Nathalie handed back to him. This was the card he had risked everything for, the one where he had tucked away all his savings for her. And now, with Nathalie giving it back-what on earth was that supposed to mean? Was she trying to create sdistance between them? Nathalie spoke softly, "Having smoney on hand will make things easier for you." Morris's fingers trembled slightly. "Nathalie, that money was a gift for you. I never planned on taking it back." Nathalie replied, "I don't need it anymore. The company is doing well, and Stewart Enterprise is profitable every year. I can take care of myself now. Please, keep it." Morris's voice was choked with emotion, "At least keep part of it. You don't have to givethe whole card back." Nathalie insisted, "It's always good to have scash on you, especially when you're away from home." With that, she stood up and left.
Morris sat there, dejected, in his wheelchair, his head hanging low in despair. Lincoln had managed to drive Morris away, but he didn't seem any happier for it.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtAlmost immediately, Morris wheeled himself after Nathalie, following her upstairs. The greatest distance in the world is being right beside someone yet feeling miles apart.
Morris stopped his wheelchair at Nathalie's bedroom door. He raised his hand but eventually let it fall back down, retreating silently to his room.
As he began packing, he realized that he'd arrived with nothing, but now the room was filled with gifts from Nathalie. His closet was bursting with clothes she had given him. He didn't even know where to start.
Finally, he gave up and wheeled himself over to the window, looking down at the courtyard below, letting his thoughts drift away.
Soon, he heard Lincoln urgently knocking on the door next to his room, his voice growing more anxious with each call.
"Vivian, open up! Daddy brought you spastries." "Vivian, can you hear me?" "Vivian, please open the door." There was no response from Nathalie.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmMorris felt a pang of concern. He clumsily maneuvered his wheelchair out into the hallway, and as he opened the door, he saw Nathalie stepping out as well. Their eyes met, full of unspoken words. Nathalie turned her head away, her face clouded with sorrow, and walked off.
Lincoln, sounding desperate, said, "Vivian, have sfresh fruit. I just prepared it for you." Morris sighed softly. Lincoln's emotional intelligence was truly worrying.
Sure enough, the next moment, he heard Nathalie's irritated voice from the other room, "Dad, you can't just slap someone and then offer them a treat, thinking it makes everything okay."
Lincoln stammered, "Vivian, you've got to understand, I'm just looking out for you. I know you care about Morris, but he's dangerous. Do you even know how destructive he can be? I've seen his criminal record. He's the one who took down the four great families." Nathalie fired back passionately, "Do you even know why he went after the four great families?" Lincoln looked stunned.
Nathalie cried out, "See, you have no idea, yet you want to push Nathan away?" Lincoln's face went pale. "Regardless of his reasons, breaking the law is still wrong."
"All you see is the crime, but without him, would we be living the life we have today?" Nathalie blurted out. "Without him, you'd still be in a hospital bed, controlled by medication, a living ghAnd I'd
stiff be struggling in the depths, trapped between life and death.Dad, anyone can turn their back on him, but not us."
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