The President’s Mistake A Tale of Love and Regret

Chapter 319 Echoes of the Past

The mention of "very expensive" had a powerful effect on Frey. She remained silent as Nathaniel put everything into the refrigerator.

He then walked out with his bowl of noodle soup and took a seat opposite Frey.NôvelDrama.Org owns this.

The apartment's space was a far cry from the luxurious mansions Nathaniel was used to in Saeville, but he felt surprisingly comfortable in this modest place.

The warmth from the cooking noodles had spread to the dining area, creating a cozy atmosphere with soft lighting and the presence of the woman he cared about.

At that moment, Nathaniel felt a deep fear that she might someday disappear from his life, leaving him forever unable to grasp her again.

He had exerted all his energy to keep her in his life and was exhausted from it.

He wanted to ask Frey to forget the past and start anew, but the words just wouldn't come out.

Sometimes, he regretted seeking revenge, regretted confronting the Gomez family, and the memory of his mother dying in a Newbark City alley haunted him.

He had only wanted to meet Frey, a pure and innocent girl, during that summer vacation, to grow old with her and have a family.

The thought made his throat tighten, and he struggled to suppress it.

He reached out, gently touching Frey's face, even if it was just a fleeting contact.

Sensing something was amiss, Frey looked up. Nathaniel adjusted the light switch on the dining room wall, flipping it on and off. "This apartment has a well-designed interior. I'll ask Koen to find the designer and hire him for the company," Nathaniel said.

Frey smiled, thinking he was acting a bit strange.

After dinner, Nathaniel took the initiative to wash the pot and then returned to the living room to unpack his toiletries and other belongings. After his bath, Frey locked her bedroom door from the inside with a click.

Nathaniel stood outside, feeling a bit awkward. He took a deep breath and said softly, "I've almost gathered all the information on those people. I'll share it with you tomorrow.

"By the way, you might find this shocking. One of the nurses who performed your surgery in prison is Maggie's mother from the Technologent Group design department."

Frey immediately opened the door and looked at Nathaniel.

He took a breath before continuing, "Do you want to talk?"

Frey stepped out. Nathaniel made tea in the kitchen, and they sat together on the balcony.

Frey stared at Nathaniel, who avoided meeting her gaze whenever he mentioned the child they lost.

He looked down at his teacup, took

a breath, and said, "Maggie is from a single-parent family. Her father passed away long ago, and her

mother worked in a small-town

clinic. After Abigail gave her a large sum of money, she went to the women's prison. Afterward, there was a natural gas explosion at her home."

"Their family lived in an old building, and the gas pipeline was in

disrepair. Her mother died in the

explosion. I used the money to

support Maggie through college, but..."

Nathaniel's eyes hardened as he spoke coldly, "In the end, she was hired by my company."

"My son's body lies buried in the mud, and they continue to live on. Why?"

Frey tightened her grip on her teacup, unable to bear the mention of the past.

Nathaniel finally looked up at Frey and said, "It's getting late. You should get some rest."

"I'll contact the locksmith company tomorrow."

Frey nodded and stood up, but Nathaniel suddenly grabbed her hand. As she tried to pull away, she found herself enveloped in his warm, firm embrace.

His voice was hoarse as he held her tightly.