After closing the recorder app, she casually pocketed her phone. Then, with a composed expression, she hailed a cab and returned home.
It wasn't until she crossed the threshold that Natalia felt as if all the energy had been siphoned from her body.
She stood frozen by the door for what seemed like an eternity before pulling out her phone to listen to Giselle's recording once more.
Only after the playback did a sharp, unrelenting pain surge through her chest.
She hadn't expected this. Her child, gone just like that.
And to think, it was Eveleen!
Natalia clutched her phone tightly, and after what felt like an age, she let out a laugh.
It was a laugh, yes, but it was laced with an overwhelming sense of agony.
In the darkness of the room, she just stood there, motionless by the door, as if she was desperately trying to suppress the fury welling up within her.
It was the sudden jingle of her phone that shattered this oppressive stillness.
Taking a deep breath to calm herself, Natalia finally answered the call.
Scarlett's voice came from the other end.
"Natalia, the holiday is coming up, and we've got a three-day weekend. Let's go have some fun, blow off some steam."
Natalia forced a smile. "Sounds good."
"Where do you wanna go? We should plan it out."
Leaning against the door, Natalia took her time before responding, "Anywhere is fine, you pick."
Scarlett paused, sensing something off in Natalia's voice.
"What's wrong? Something happen again? Is Hamilton giving you trouble? That jerk..."
"Scarlett." Before Scarlett could finish, Natalia abruptly cut her off.
"I think... my miscarriage might have been someone's doing."
Scarlett gasped in shock. "What are you saying? Didn't you say someone shoved you?"
Natalia took a deep breath and recounted everything Giselle had said today to Scarlett. Upon hearing it all, Scarlett was livid.
"So, you're telling me Eveleen orchestrated everything? From your injury to your miscarriage, even the online bullying that followed?"
Natalia, repressing her sorrow, simply replied, "Perhaps."
Truthfully, she wasn't sure if Giselle's words were credible. But regardless of the truth, she was determined to unravel this mystery.
"What about Hamilton? Does he know?" Scarlett inquired.
Natalia let out a bitter chuckle. "I'm not sure."
Indeed, she wasn't sure if he knew about it. After all, Hamilton had always been in denial about the child, and its loss seemed inconsequential to him.
Or maybe he did know. Someone as astute as Hamilton could easily discern the truth yet choose to remain silent, never mentioning a word. Breaking that fan's father's legs was probably the extent of what he was willing to do for that child.
As for Eveleen's schemes, he could feign ignorance or act as if nothing happened.
Ultimately, whether it was her or their child, neither could outweigh Eveleen's importance in his heart.
A tear silently trickled down Natalia's cheek. Never before had she felt such acute heartache.
"Natalia, don't panic. We need to investigate this and get to the bottom of it. After all, Giselle's word isn't gospel. We both know what she's like. This could be another trap, waiting for you to take the bait."
Natalia acknowledged with a short grunt, wiping away the moisture from her eyes.
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