NovelOnlineNathaniel's face froze slightly.
Frey looked at him and said, "I know she saved your life, but you can't do this." "But... I have to!" he insisted.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Three years ago, she framedand killed my child," Frey said loudly, emphasizing the words "my child," causing Nathaniel's face to darken further.
Frey laughed softly, "Nathaniel, I've ruined her reputation this time! If you feel sorry for her, don't botheragain." Nathaniel took a deep breath, his expression turning irritable. "I'll handle it. Now, let Hudson and Taylor find the people who operated on you in prison." "They all died shortly after operating on you," he added.
Frey's hands clenched on her knees, and she sneered, "It's quite a coincidence that they all died, isn't it?" Nathaniel looked at her seriously. "I'll find out the truth. Abigail has tried to kill you more than once, but we can't conclude she killed our child without evidence. I need proof!" With a crash, Frey suddenly stood up, overturning the table. Dishes fell to the floor, and soup splashed everywhere. Her eyes turned red as she stared at Nathaniel, who remained calm. "Evidence?" she spat. "Nathaniel, you want evidence?" She raised her left hand in front of him. "When she framed me, why didn't you ask for evidence? Why?" "You convictedbased on her words and Koen's false testimony!" she continued.
"Do you think Abigail's hand is flesh and mine is made of stone? It didn't break or hurt when she hit it with a golf club, right?" "Frey..." Nathaniel pleaded, his body trembling slightly. "Please, stop." "Why didn't you tell me?" Frey broke down in front of him for the first time. She had wanted to say these words countless times while in prison, but he had never shown his face. He had no idea how she had struggled to survive in hell for the past three years.
Frey laughed coldly. "When I was tortured by the prison bullies, when my child was forcibly taken from me, why didn't you ask for evidence then?" "Frey." Nathaniel stood up quickly, stepping over the mess on the floor to reach her. He held her tightly in his arms, whispering words of comfort. "The first tshe planned the car accident, the witness was already dead." "Even though she instigated Jolin the second time, Jolin threw you and Peyton into the swimming pool, almost freezing you to death. We couldn't catch her." "This talthough your video recording is convincing, it doesn't hold much legal weight. Without supporting information, she'll only have to visit the police station briefly and cback." "If you believe me, I will find out the truth, and I'll..." "Will you send her to jail? Will you let her die?" Frey asked, looking up at him.
Nathaniel's eyes filled with anxiety as he took a breath. "Yes!"
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmFrey laughed bitterly and pushed him away. "You won't. You're always m afraid of owing others and you won't let her die for sure." A flash of pain crossed Nathaniel's face. She would probably never trust him again.
He held her hand tightly. "Frey, let's get married." Frey smiled bitterly. "Nathaniel, I don't love you anymore."
"I will handle Abigail's matter myself. I want to see if you can save her When the tcomes.
"And you..." Frey looked at the man she had loved for so many years feeling a pang of sorrow. "I don't love you anymore, Nathaniel. I really don't love you anymore." X
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