Chapter 1296
A dying wretch...
Jacqueline reckoned even the bodyguards knew what her fate was.
Meanwhile, Shane immediately headed to the study upon arriving at Thompson vi. Ss followed
behind as they had some matters to discuss.
Natalie had worry written all over her face as she lifted her head and averted her gaze upstairs.
Hopefully, Shane can pull himself together.
Of course, while worrying for Shane, she felt a suffocating lump of air within her.
The amount of information Jacqueline had revealed was too much to digest in such a short time. That
was why she could not regain herposure even till now.
All this while, Natalie thought the one who kidnapped Connor and caused him to get into a car ident
was Jacqueline.
Simrly, she thought the woman was also responsible fornding Stanley in a car ident.
To her surprise, Jacqueline told her the culprit behind everything was Stanley.
Even the fire incident at the textile mill had something to do with him.
While she was still in shock by the sudden revtion, puzzlement stung her, too.
Why would Stanley do that? He''s Connor''s godfather! He has treated Connor and Sharon so well all
along. The two of them also see him as their father. Why did he do that? And what about his car
ident? Why would he take the risk and put himself in harm? What could his motive be? And not to
forget, why did he burn my warehouse? What good is that for him?
Natalie rubbed her forehead wearily as immense frustration overwhelmed her.
I have to find Stanley and rify everything with him!
With that thought, she immediately fished out her phone and called Stanley.
An emotionless, automated female voice sounded from the other end of the call. “Sorry. The number
you''re calling is currently unavable. Please try againter.”
Why is his phone turned off?
Natalie scrunched her brows tightly.
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Is he busy performing surgery, or...
While she was deep in thought, her phone rang suddenly.
Lowering her gaze to check, she realized it was from Joyce.
She swiped on the green dial icon. “Hey, Joyce.”
“Nat, I''ve something to tell you.” Joyce''s raspy voice rang through the phone.
Furrowing her brows, Natalie asked, “What happened, Joyce? You sound weak. Are you ill?”
Apart from how feeble she sounded, Natalie sensed something else in her voice.
Yet, it was something that she could not piece together, and neither could she use words to exin.
“Yeah, a little. It''s just a mild cold.” As Joyce answered, she let out two coughs.
“Is it serious? Did you get some medicine?”
“Yeah, I did. Fret not, Nat. I''m old enough to know what to do. There''s nothing to worry about. I''ll be fine
in two days.” Joyceughed.
Herughter was voided of vigor and instead full of bitterness, unlike her usual cheeriness.
Natalie felt that something had happened to her, but before she tried to probe, Joyce''s voice reached
her ears again.
“Nat, I want to tell you I won''t be heading to work for the next two days. I''m thinking of heading back to
visit my parents.”
“Sure, it''s time you visited them, too. It''s been a few months since youst went back,” Natalie agreed
readily.
“Exactly. They''re saying they miss me.” Joyce chuckled.
“When are you going back? I can give you a lift to the airport.”
“There''s no need. I''ll leaveter.” Joyce shook her head and refused.
Hearing her rejection, Natalie sighed. “All right, then. I won''t send you over. But you have to tell me
about your flight time. I have some gifts for Mr. and Mrs. Rivers. I''ll get someone to bring it to the
airport.”
“Sure. It''s at four in the afternoon.”
Natalie noted it down. “I got it. I''ll get someone to bring it over and wait for you at the airport before your
flight.”
Joyce merely mumbled a response.
Then, Natalie seemingly suddenly remembered something that she queried, “Oh yes, Joyce. Did you
go look for Stanley after that?”
The “after that” she meant was after Stanley cleared the air regarding the culprit.
Joyce grunted in acknowledgment. “Yeah, I did. I went to find him this morning as I wanted to bid him
goodbye. But he''s no longer at the hospital.”