Echoes Of a Forsaken Heart (Natalia and Hamilton) novel Chapter 112

When Natalia awoke the next morning, Hamilton was already busy perfecting his Windsor knot in front of the mirror. Dapper as ever, he stood by the bedside.

"You can take the day off if you're tired," he said with a casual glance her way.

His amorous endeavors the previous night had been rather demanding, and it was well past midnight when she finally got some rest.

Shaking her head as she sat up, Natalia dismissed the thought. There was a mountain of work awaiting her at the office.

Hamilton raised an eyebrow. "Then, shall we ride together?"

She was resolute in her refusal. "No need. I'll take the bus."

But Hamilton acted as if he hadn't heard her decline, casually leaning against the door frame, waiting.

With a glance in his direction, Natalia didn't protest further.

As she dressed, her fingers hesitated for a mere second. She pulled out a small box from her drawer. Inside was a charm bracelet she had gotten a while back, meant to bring good fortune and safety.

She had intended to give it to Hamilton for his birthday, but when he had asked about it yesterday, she suddenly didn't want to give it away anymore.

She picked up the bracelet, examined it for a few seconds, and then placed it back in the box.

She didn't want to gift him with her sentiments anymore, only to have them carelessly trampled upon.

Lowering her gaze, Natalia pushed the box to the farthest corner of the drawer.

Dressed and ready, she found Hamilton still waiting at the door.

She composed herself before asking, "Mr. Fowler, have you come to a conclusion about that matter?"

Hamilton's gaze darkened, and after a moment's silence, he spoke. "Ms. Jenkins, do you really think the truth is so important?"

Natalia nodded affirmatively. "Yes, at least to me, it's very important."

A shadow crossed Hamilton's face. After a brief pause, he finally admitted, "Indeed, it was orchestrated."

Natalia's lips tightened, and her hands clenched to the point of turning her knuckles white.

After struggling to steady her voice, she asked, "Was it Eveleen?"

Hamilton just looked at her, wordless.

Natalia laughed bitterly. "So, you had already figured it out, hadn't you?"

She was suddenly reminded of the tender way he had consoled Eveleen outside the car yesterday.

He had known all along. He was aware that Eveleen was responsible for the loss of her child. Yet, he still managed to comfort her with such tenderness and patience.

This man truly didn't care. Not about her and certainly not about the child.

Just how heartless and yet hopelessly devoted he could be?

Hamilton's frown deepened as he observed Natalia. He had indeed uncovered the truth long ago, but he had withheld it, believing that some truths, once known, only serve to deepen the pain.

So, unless Natalia asked, he wouldn't tell. His long fingers lifted her chin as he looked down into her eyes. "Natalia, sometimes accepting reality is more important than knowing the truth."

Natalia felt she had been holding up quite well, yet her nose tingled with the onset of tears.

"Is that so?" she said with a teary smile. "But I insist on knowing the truth! Mr. Fowler, you might not care, but someone should care about that child."

With that, she pulled away from his grip and walked out.

Hamilton's face darkened instantly. He grabbed Natalia's hand. "Natalia! I told you that child was never meant to be!"

She turned and met his gaze. "I know, Mr. Fowler. Can you let go of me now? I'm going to be late for work."

He didn't release her; instead, he pulled her into the car with him.

Natalia offered no resistance.

Silent the entire drive, only when they reached the company parking lot did Hamilton speak up. "I'll give Eveleen a warning. Natalia, let's put an end to this, okay?"