The President’s Mistake A Tale of Love and Regret

Chapter 288 Decisions and Confrontations

Nathaniel took a breath. Despite being injured before, this was the first time he had experienced such extensive burns.

He used all his patience to talk to Abigail while enduring the pain. He owed a significant debt of gratitude to Abigail and her father, who had saved his life and helped him.

However, not all feelings could be explained by favors alone.

He had once believed that marriage among wealthy families was merely a formality, and it didn't matter who he married. He had thought he would never have anything with Frey. Now he realized how wrong he was.

Even if there were no apparent reasons to stay with Frey, he would create countless possibilities to keep her by his side.

"Abigail, I've made up my mind," Nathaniel said steadily, looking at Abigail. "When I recover, I will transfer one-fifth of my property to you. We'll sign the agreement together later."

"As for Michael, I'll ensure he receives the best medical care. You will be my sister from now on, Abigail. I will hold a grand cocktail party for the transfer and signing ceremony."

"We will change the planned wedding into a cocktail party. I'll invite all the upper-class people in Saeville to attend and announce my decision. This will also give Michael some reassurance."

Nathaniel's offer was very sincere. After all, money was a reliable asset in this world. Besides, who would dare to touch Nathaniel's sister?

Abigail stood up slowly, tears welling up in her eyes. She wanted to say something, but Nathaniel had blocked all her options.

"Nathaniel... you..." Abigail trembled slightly, then turned and ran out of the ward.

The moment she walked out, she couldn't hold back her tears any longer and cried loudly. Frey and the others, alarmed by the sound, rushed out of the office, thinking something had happened to Abigail.

Nathaniel felt much more relaxed. When he saw Frey fainting in the fire that night, he knew he would be forever ensnared in her world.

Abigail rushed out of the ward and took the elevator to the first floor, where she ran into Frey, who was leaving the rest area.

Frey had read for a while and received a call from Peyton. As she walked out to return the call, she nearly bumped into Abigail.

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front of her like they were

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The rest area was very quiet, and Frey didn't want to disturb others by answering her phone there.

"Frey! Stop!" Abigail's sharp voice broke the silence.

Frey stopped and turned to face Abigail coldly. She wondered what had angered this woman so much.

Abigail gritted her teeth and raised her voice. "Frey, have you no shame? Do you enjoy stealing other people's husbands?"

"Are you proud of being a mistress?"

"You ruined my engagement party and my wedding ceremony. Why do you have to ruin everything? Try being a decent person for once!"Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

Abigail's voice was so loud that people in the rest area stood up and surrounded her.

Frey looked at the now crazed Abigail and smiled faintly. "Abigail, do you even know what a mistress is?"

"Three years ago, I was Nathaniel's

fiancée. Do you remember how MP.

Nathaniel and I had to answer your calls every night in bed?" Wentent

"You!" Abigail's cheeks flushed.

She was now utterly thrown into despair by Nathaniel's decision, feeling panicked.

Frey looked at her steadily. "When

you and Mr. Nathaniel were

engaged, I had a car accident. When you planned your wedding, I was almost burned to death by Jolin."