The President’s Mistake A Tale of Love and Regret



"Alright, I accept your offer," Alexander said with a hint of sarcasm, his eyes icy. Mandy and the others stood up and followed Frey and the rest out of the box.

Maggie attempted to leave as well, but Alexander abruptly blocked her path, sneering, "Are you embarrassed to be seen with Nathaniel? Have you cleaned up the mess?"

Maggie's eyes showed despair. It was clear that Nathaniel had deliberately left her behind for Alexander to vent his frustrations on.

Alexander, already bitter and unable to interfere with Nathaniel and Frey, directed his ire at Maggie, who had once sought to climb into Nathaniel's favor.

The resentment and jealousy within him flared, focusing all his anger on Maggie. He felt no obligation to protect someone Nathaniel wanted to torment.

Soon, the room echoed with Maggie's screams.

Della, standing outside, wore a cold expression and showed no intention of intervening. She believed that the consequences Maggie faced were a result of her mother's past sins.

Mandy drove Frey's car, while Nathaniel insisted on accompanying her in his black Bugatti, gripping her hand tightly without saying a word. The driver, sensing the tension, hoped for a peaceful ride.

"Mr. Nathaniel, where are we headed?" Koen inquired cautiously, noting that they were close to Newport Villa.

"To the apartment," Nathaniel and Frey replied almost simultaneously.

Koen, taken aback, accelerated toward the apartment building where Frey lived.

Once they arrived, Frey and

Nathaniel took the elevator to their respective floors. Frey unlocked her door, but before she could enter, Nathaniel approached her, holding her tightly.

"Nathaniel!" Frey's expression tightened.

Even though Nathaniel smelled of alcohol, he refused to release her. He rested his chin on her heart, his voice hoarse and trembling.

"Frey, please don't be with him. I beg you, don't be with Alexander."

This was the first time Nathaniel had begged anyone so earnestly, especially a woman. His plea was humbling, and he clung to her as if seeking refuge. noveldrama

Frey's face showed deep frustration. "Nathaniel, if you return the child to me, I might forgive you."

Nathaniel's embrace stiffened, and he slowly released her, whispering, "Frey, I'm sorry. I was wrong. Please, give me some time."

Frey remained silent, and Nathaniel, struggling with his emotions, turned to his door, feeling that taking another step would be too much to bear.

Unwilling to offer more words, she walked into her apartment. As she closed the door, Nathaniel's voice came from the other side.

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your Tellgram soon. It's hard to find evidence from three years ago, especially since most of the people Abigaithired were from single-parent families and orphans. Plus, all of them have been silenced."