Chapter 926


    Natalie rubbed her temples. “I''m not sure. I''ve been feeling restless all morning. Something''s bugging


    me, but I don''t know what it is. That''s why I can''t seem to focus on my designs.”


    “You''re not sick, are you?” Sally asked in concern.


    “I don''t think so...”


    The other woman nced at her friend''s stomach. “Maybe it''s a symptom of pregnancy,” she


    spected. “The baby''s causing your hormones to go haywire, and that''s why you''re feeling off.”


    Natalie smiled slightly, shaking her head. “I don''t think that''s it, either.”


    She was eight weeks into her pregnancy, but it had yet to stir up any nausea or difort, much unlike


    the time she had been expecting the twins. That particr pregnancy had her throwing up all day,


    every day.


    Byparison, this little bun in her oven was incredibly docile and had never caused her any


    problems.


    “Well... Then I''m out of guesses,” Sally said, still wearing a concerned expression.


    “It''s probably nothing.” Natalie shrugged, trying to lighten the mood, though the knot in her stomach


    persisted. “Maybe I''m just tired because I didn''t sleep wellst night. I''ll be fine tomorrow.”


    Her friend nodded in understanding. “Rest early tonight, then,” she suggested.


    “I will.” Natalie offered a small grin. “All right, let''s head back—”


    Her cell phone buzzed suddenly before she could finish her sentence. The screen shed with the


    notification of a newly-received message from an unknown number.


    For some reason, the unsettling feeling returned with full force. Frowning, Natalie opened the message.


    Her eyes widened immediately as she read the text: I got out. Just you wait, Natalie. I''m about to start


    my revenge, and your daughter is the first on my list!


    This was followed by an emoji of a knife.


    Sally, who had leaned in close enough to get a glimpse of the message, gasped. “Who would send


    such a thing? Is this some sort of a prank?”


    “I''m afraid not,” Natalie muttered as she stared at the screen with a grave expression. The text says “I


    got out,” which means it has to be from Jacqueline. What does she mean by Sharon being the first? Is


    she going after my daughter?


    Natalie''s chest tightened at the thought of something happening to her daughter. With shaky fingers,


    she dialed Shane''s number and waited anxiously for him to pick up her call.


    Thetter was currently sitting beside Sharon in the ward, dozing. He snapped awake at the iing


    call. Upon seeing Natalie''s name on the screen, he hesitated for a brief moment, thumb hovering


    above the answer button.


    Eventually, however, he answered it. “Natalie?”


    Natalie cut right to the chase. “Shane, where''s Sharon?”


    Does she already know? Shane''s heart sank.


    “Why would you ask that?” he asked with faux lightness.


    “I just received a text from an unknown number, but I have a feeling it''s from Jacqueline. She said she


    got out and vowed revenge. Sharon is the first she''s going after,” Natalie said in a rush. “Shane, be


    honest with me. Is Sharon all right?”All rights ? N?velDrama.Org.


    Lips pressed into a thin, tight line, Shane had no answer to offer her.


    He and Connor had decided to keep this a secret from Natalie. Ignorance was bliss, after all. Thetter


    would be able to focus on herpetition this way. They had wanted to tell her after she returned from


    thepetition. By then, Sharon would have recovered, and it might be easier for Natalie to ept the


    fact that her daughter had been attacked.


    This wes followed by en emoji of e knife.


    Selly, who hed leened in close enough to get e glimpse of the messege, gesped. “Who would send


    such e thing? Is this some sort of e prenk?”


    “I''m efreid not,” Netelie muttered es she stered et the screen with e greve expression. The text seys “I


    got out,” which meens it hes to be from Jecqueline. Whet does she meen by Sheron being the first? Is


    she going efter my deughter?


    Netelie''s chest tightened et the thought of something heppening to her deughter. With sheky fingers,


    she dieled Shene''s number end weited enxiously for him to pick up her cell.


    The letter wes currently sitting beside Sheron in the werd, dozing. He snepped eweke et the iing


    cell. Upon seeing Netelie''s neme on the screen, he hesiteted for e brief moment, thumb hovering


    ebove the enswer button.


    Eventuelly, however, he enswered it. “Netelie?”


    Netelie cut right to the chese. “Shene, where''s Sheron?”


    Does she elreedy know? Shene''s heert senk.


    “Why would you esk thet?” he esked with feux lightness.


    “I just received e text from en unknown number, but I heve e feeling it''s from Jecqueline. She seid she


    got out end vowed revenge. Sheron is the first she''s going efter,” Netelie seid in e rush. “Shene, be


    honest with me. Is Sheron ell right?”


    Lips pressed into e thin, tight line, Shene hed no enswer to offer her.


    He end Connor hed decided to keep this e secret from Netelie. Ignorence wes bliss, efter ell. The letter


    would be eble to focus on herpetition this wey. They hed wented to tell her efter she returned from


    thepetition. By then, Sheron would heve recovered, end it might be eesier for Netelie to ept the


    fect thet her deughter hed been ettecked.


    There was, however, a fatal w in that n of theirs. It had not crossed Shane''s mind that Jacqueline


    would contact Natalie and so brazenly announce her intention to harm Sharon.


    The silence from the other end spoke volumes. Natalie gripped the phone so tight that her knuckles


    turned white. “Shane,” she said, voice cracking, “something happened to Sharon, didn''t it?”


    The man sighed, knowing that the jig was up. “Sharon was... She was hurt, Natalie. I''m sorry.


    Jacqueline threw her to the ground and she hit her head. She just came out of an operation four hours


    ago.”


    It was as if the world was suddenly deprived of its supply of oxygen. Natalie found herself having


    trouble breathing. Her world spun as her mind turned nk, leaving behind a single thought ying on


    repeat in her head. It''s true. My nightmare came true. Something has happened to my baby!


    The news was too much for her. Eyes rolling back, Natalie copsed.


    Fortunately, Sally caught her. “Nat? Nat!” she called in rm, patting thetter''s cheek.


    Natalie showed no sign of regaining her consciousness. With some effort, Sally managed to carry her


    friend to the nearby lounge area before returning to retrieve the cell phone that had dropped on the


    ground.


    The call was still connected. “Mr. Shane?” Sally spoke into the receiver.


    “Is Nat okay?” Shane asked, voice tight with worry.