The Promise Of Happiness

Chapter 1198

Hearing that, Natalie shifted her eyes. NôvelD(ram)a.ôrg owns this content.

Patricia went on. “If your mother did not encounter an obstacle she could not cross, why would she be willing to stay in a remote backwater? We're good friends, and I heard some of her stories before. I used to feel bad for her when I saw how hard life was for you and her. I was disgusted with that man. But Jennie said she never regretted anything—that she never regretted falling for that man and giving birth to you. She asked me not to think of her in that way. I don't know what happened between the king and your mother, but what I'm certain is that he's definitely not as terrible as that man has described him to be. Perhaps it's true that he had wronged your mother in some ways; he must have been someone worth your mother's love for your mother to have said that she never regretted falling for him.”

Natalie did not know her history in the past. After hearing Patricia's words, she found herself relieved.

If he wasn't the one my mother truly loved, why would my mother yearn for him? In the end... Mother still ended up leaving this world with regret.

“Aunt Patricia, thank you for telling me these,” Natalie said in gratitude. “I think I have an answer now.”

Patricia nodded. “I have trust in you, Natalie.”

Right as Natalie turned to leave, Yandel stopped her.

“Boss, are you...” ...going to knock on the grim reaper's door, was what Yandel was about to say, but when he saw Natalie's determined gaze, he swallowed his words.

“Yandel, my mother wasn't the issue, but she was the cause of this,” Natalie said. “I used to think that I knew my mother well, but I did not. I even resented her, but now, I finally understand her silent endurance throughout these years. I believe that my mother won't just sit on her hands if she's still around, so I can't just sit back either.”

Yandel furrowed his brows, but he did not voice his protest anymore.

He knew that nothing he or anyone said would be able to change Natalie's mind. Instead of being wishy-washy, he would be better off thinking about how he could help her best.

“Boss, what do you need me to do?” Yandel asked, lifting his head to look at Natalie once more.

After a moment of contemplation, Natalie asked, “Do you have a pen and paper?”

“Pen and paper?”

“Mhm.”

Yandel had the habit of carrying a pen and paper with him. Although he did not understand why Natalie needed them, he still handed them to her.

“Boss, what are you—”

“I'm buying time for Samuel and Jerome.” With that said, Natalie bit off the pen cap and began writing lines of words on the paper.

Natalie was no fool; she was well aware of her limits.

She knew not to assume she would be able to turn the tables by herself.

Samuel and Jerome had been making arrangements to save her, but the sudden turn of events meant that they needed to adjust their plans. They needed time to redo their arrangements, and the only thing

she could do was buy more time so that they could minimize the loss of lives.

Mayhem had erupted everywhere in the palace, but the crystal chandeliers above remained bright and still as ever.

The light from those chandeliers landed on Natalie, and Yandel instinctively gazed at her.

Everything around him was in disorder—both the situation and the people.

Yet, she was like the eye of the storm, calm despite being in the middle of chaos.

Yandel could not help but curl his lips at her. He was glad to have a leader like her, and it was his fortune to have her still living in this world.

Natalie's lashes fluttered as she wrapped up her writing.

Yandel made to follow her when she turned to leave, but she stopped him. “Don't come with me, Yandel. Stay here and protect Aunt Patricia. If she gets hurt, I'm going to skin you alive.”

Yandel was worried about Natalie's safety too, but after mulling over the matter, he relented. “Boss, don't worry. Leave this to me.”

“Okay.” Natalie gave him a grim nod. “I'll leave this to you then, Yandel.”