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    “If you have something to say, don’t hesitate to say it, Sean.”


    Her intuition told her that Brandon was keeping something from her, and Sean knew what it was.


    Sean stuttered for a moment, unsure of how to answer. He nced at Brandon in a silent plea for help,


    but Natalie immediately blocked his line of sight. “I asked you a question, Sean,” she prodded with a


    bright smile. “What happened?”


    Seeing Sean get more agitated by the second, Brandon took pity on him. He pinched the bridge of his


    nose and said in a low voice, “I didn’t tell you, but Jorgemitted suicide in prison.”


    Natalie whipped around in shock and gaped at Brandon. “Didn’t you say that he was caught by the


    police?”


    “The authorities called and told me. At the time, you were busy with the Iridescent Show, and you were


    happily moving forward, so I thought it best not to tell you. I also instructed Sean to never speak of it. I


    don’t want to upset you and ruin everything.” This time, it was Brandon who nced at Sean through


    the rearview mirror.


    “Yes, that’s right. I was under Mr. Larson’s orders, so I had no choice but to keep it from you.” Sean


    wiped the beads of cold sweat on his forehead and started the car. “Jorge was just fine before I left.


    Why did he suddenly take his own life?” It didn’t quite make sense to Natalie.


    “Hemitted suicide by ingesting poison. Shortly before that, he confessed to his crimes and took all


    the me. For now, the police haven’t found his aplice.” Brandon had wanted to pursue the


    matter, but unfortunately, their trail ended with Jorge.


    Natalie’s b*ody stiffened as she listened to his exnation. She looked at Brandon straight in the eye


    and asked, “Do you think someone f0rced Jorge to do all this and thenmit suicide?”


    Charis was dead. Who else would want to hurt Natalie so badly? Fear slowly crept in Natalie’s heart as


    she pondered this.


    “Who do you think hates you the most right now?” Brandon asked slowly.


    “The Turner family,” she blurted out without a second thought.


    Brandon shook his head. “I already looked into them before I came to Northcliffe. Luke and Catherine


    have been doing bettertely. They were even making ns to travel abroad.”


    Natalie’s brows furrowed. “Didn’t they hate me for what happened to Charis? Why the sudden change


    in outlook?” “They took in an adopted daughter to help them cope with their grief better. After all, at the


    end of the day, it’s not as if we pushed Charis off the building. The Turner family has no grounds to


    me us or seek revenge. Maybe they finally saw reason and decided to move on with their lives.”


    Brandon’s eyes darkened as he added, “But I heard that this adopted daughter was no child. She


    seems to be around our age, and an orphan. I couldn’t get any other information on her for now.” “It’s


    annoying. I have to live a life full of fear again now, not knowing who wants to hurt me.” Natalie sighed


    helplessly, “Is there anything else I need to know? It looks like I’ve missed out on a lot these days.”


    Brandon thought of what Frank had said thest time they met, and his scowl deepened. His amnesia


    might cause some longsting aftereffects. But he didn’t intend to tell her yet.


    He f0rced a tight smile and said, “No, there isn’t. You’re all caught up.”


    Sean stared at Brandon through the rearview mirror but didn’t dare to say anything.


    Natalie was still trying to wrap her mind around Jorge’s death and missed the eye contact between the


    men.


    In her opinion, the biggest victim in the entire fiasco was Draco.


    Jorge might have died, but the pain Draco had suffered wouldn’t go away just as easily.


    Natalie wanted to visit Draco and see how he was doing. The next day.


    Natalie walked through the hospital gates with a bag of tonics and the female b*odyguard by her side.


    She hadn’t asked the woman for her name before, but today, she learned that the b*odyguard was


    called Mesue. Natalie asked Mesue to wait by the door before knocking twice and entering the ward.


    As soon as she stepped in, she found Draco packing his stuff.


    “Are you being discharged, Mr. Wesley?” She set the bag on a nearby table and asked in surprise.


    “The doctor said I’m cleared to leave.” Draco looked exhausted due to his illness, but he still had his


    usual gentle disposition. He folded his clothes neatly and arranged them in his suitcase in a meticulous


    manner.


    “But are you sure you’re fully recovered? Why are you leaving in such a hurry? I need to double check


    with the doctor.”


    Natalie was surprised that Draco was able to leave the hospital so soon.


    She wanted to talk to the doctor about it, but Draco stopped her.


    “Don’t bother the doctor,” said Draco. “A few days ago, Brandon sent the best medical team in the area


    here to take care of me. Naturally, I recovered quickly.”


    Draco looked a little tired, but he seemed to be movingfortably and everything else appeared


    normal.


    “Well, I’ll help you pack your things then,” said Natalie. When she noticed him looking out the window


    periodically, she asked, “What are you looking at, Mr. Wesley?”


    “I thought Brandon might havee with you,” Draco replied. “I’d like to thank him in person for all his


    help.” Seeing that the only person standing outside was a female b*odyguard, Draco shifted his gaze


    back inside the room.


    “He’s busy withpany business, so he has no time toe over. Mr. Wesley, please don’t mention


    it anymore. It was my fault originally anyway, and it’s only right that Brandon should help. We’re a


    couple, so…” Before Natalie could finish speaking, a sh of loneliness suddenly crossed Draco’s face.


    Perhaps she’d imagined it. Upon closer inspection, she saw that Draco had regained a calm and


    indifferent expression.


    “I understand,” Draco murmured. “Brandon was willing to do anything to help W Marks for your sake.


    Please p@ss on my sincere thanks,” he said, looking at Natalie gently.


    “I will,” Natalie replied. “Mr. Wesley, is there anything else you need packed up?” Natalie closed Draco’s


    suitcase and handed it to Mesue.


    All of a sudden, Dalores appeared outside the door.


    She walked over with a smile, receipt in hand. When Dalores saw Natalie, however, the smile on her


    face froze momentarily. “Natalie?” she said. “You’re back from Northcliffe so soon.”


    Dalores seemed unusually surprised to see Natalie.


    Natalie frowned instinctively. “Why are you here?” she asked Dalores. It looked like a lot of things had


    happened during Natalie’s absence.


    “Mr. Wesley is being discharged from the hospital today,” Dalores replied. “I’m here to help.” Her


    temper seemed to have changed significantly. “By the way,” she said to Natalie, gently, “congrattions


    on helping W Marks get a good reputation at Iridescent Show. I saw the live broadcast. W Marks made


    the right choice by sending you.”


    Natalie smiled slightly. She was hesitant to believe that Dalores had changed so much.


    “Have you finished the discharge formalities?” asked Draco, interrupting them. He’d heard Dalores’


    voice ande out to exin. “Dalores has been taking care of me these past couple of days. I should


    be thanking her.”


    When Dalores heard his praise, she smiled brightly. “Mr. Wesley, do you have anything else to pack


    up?” she asked. “I’ll go check again and make sure you’re not leaving anything behind.”


    Natalie watched Dalores enter the ward, then turned to Draco. “Mr. Wesley, are you aware of what


    Dalores did earlier?” she asked.


    Draco leaned against the door, his face impassive. “After you left, Dalores came to the hospital, crying


    and begging for my forgiveness. She brought me food every day and took excellent care of me. I didn’t


    talk to her at first but, after a while, I saw how tired she was. Aftering here to take care of me every


    day, she then had to go to work. She finished the studio’s tasks while simultaneously caring for me.


    She showed more consideration than the nursing worker.”


    Natalie was mildly surprised. “I didn’t know you were so soft-hearted,” she said. Natalie had no right to


    tell Draco what to do. But she herself certainly wouldn’t have forgiven Dalores for what she had done.Upstodatee from Novel(D)ra/m/a.O(r)g


    “Last night, Dalores stood in the corridor and cried for quite a while,” Draco continued. I came out to


    ask her what was going on. She said she was afraid I was going to kick her out of W Marks. She’d


    offended Mrs. Fuller before, and she had no ce in the design world, so she begged me to take her in


    for the past’s sake.” Draco sighed.


    He believed that Dalores had a kind nature and that she would change, so his attitude towards her had


    softened somewhat.


    “Well, I respect your decisions, Mr. Wesley,” said Natalie. She knew that Draco acted out of kindness,


    but she seriously doubted that Dalores would change. She didn’t say this out loud however.


    Either way, Natalie wouldn’t believe anything Dalores said. She remembered something Zuri had said;


    when Zuri had called W Marks Studio to confirm Draco’s attendance at Iridescent Show, one of the


    designers had told her that Draco wouldn’t be avable.


    Now, Natalie was beginning to suspect that that designer was none other than Dalores.