Dumping Him for His Uncle (Natasha and Zachary) novel Chapter 28

Natasha didn't finish her sentence because Elvira interrupted her, saying, "You haven't been back in years. My office isn't in the same place anymore.

"I think it's being used by one of the professors now. Don't worry. If anything happened, I'd know about it. Besides, you already helped her clean up her wound. There shouldn't be any big issues."

Elvira had always trusted Natasha, especially during the years she was her student. That was why, in her second year, Elvira had felt comfortable letting Natasha do experiments on her own, even giving her the day off from classes the next day.

The two of them exchanged a few more pleasantries before hanging up. Natasha sighed as she realized she hadn't given away the scarf she had bought.

Lying on her bed, she tossed and turned, unable to sleep. Tomorrow was important, and she needed to be well-rested. She forced herself to close her eyes.

At some point, she drifted off. When she woke up, it was already morning.

Today was the Bradley family's annual memorial ceremony. Natasha didn't need to attend, as the only person she planned to honor was Tasha. However, with something important to take care of, she decided to go anyway.

The Bradley family had many relatives, but Natasha barely knew most of them. After all, they were all connected to Henry, and Natasha wasn't interested in making their acquaintance.

"Well, look at that. Henry, Natasha is back, and she's still the same—doesn't even greet anyone," a harsh-looking woman said as she cracked pumpkin seeds, eyeing Natasha with judgment.

Natasha, already in a bad mood, felt a flare of anger rising within her as she listened to the woman's words.

"Hey, are you having a hard time in your own life? Is that why you're taking it out on others?"

The loud chatter in the large hall immediately quieted down, and even Henry didn't expect Natasha to retort.

"What did you just say, you brat? Who's having a hard time? Even if I don't live well, at least it's better than someone like you—a child with no mother."

If it weren't for the few people behind her holding her back, Natasha feared the woman would spit in her face.

"Then by your logic, what does that make Olivia?"