Echoes Of a Forsaken Heart (Natalia and Hamilton) novel Chapter 287

Natalia's face turned a shade paler almost instantly.

“What’s going on? Why the sudden delay?”

Ryan shook his head, clearly frustrated.

“We'll only know once we're back at the office.”

Without a second glance at Hamilton, Natalia stormed off.

Hamilton didn’t attempt to stop her; he simply followed her lead.

Ryan caught Hamilton’s eye but remained silent.

As the trio made their way out of the airport terminal, Natalia hopped into Ryan’s car without hesitation.

Hamilton, shameless as ever, squeezed himself into the vehicle alongside them.

Ryan’s brows furrowed in annoyance, but he eventually let out a sigh and started the car.

He couldn’t believe someone could be as brazen as Hamilton.

Despite Natalia’s countless rejections, Hamilton still clung to her like a bad smell.

Ryan thought this was perhaps the difference between him and Hamilton.

Upon arriving at the office, Ryan and Natalia hurriedly went to see Dawson.

Hamilton, stepping out of the car, watched their retreating backs with a hint of sourness in his heart.

Yet, he said nothing, merely taking out his phone to make a call.

“Head to the hospital and alter Natalia’s medical records. Any mention of her pregnancy must be erased, replaced with stress-related symptoms. Wipe all pregnancy information.”

After hanging up, he sent Caspian a message.

Thanks.

Caspian, reading the message, felt a mix of emotions.

He wasn’t sure if helping Hamilton keep Natalia was right or wrong.

But Hamilton’s mention of their childhood had tugged at his heartstrings.

In his power games and cold exterior, nobody knew Hamilton had never truly felt loved.

His family was an abyss.

Cherish what you have, he thought.

Clutching his phone, Hamilton let out a breath.

Natalia and Ryan soon exited the building, Natalia looking visibly upset.

Hamilton quickly approached them.

Natalia, silent, walked to the car.

“Back to the hotel?” Ryan asked softly.

Natalia nodded. As she got into the car, Hamilton squeezed in again.

Ryan was about to protest when Natalia beat him to it.

“Get out.”

“I don’t have a ride.”

Not just no ride, but nowhere to stay, either.

“What’s that got to do with us?” Natalia’s patience was thinning. “Out!”

“You two?” Hamilton felt a pang, “Natalia, we haven’t finished talking.”

“There’s nothing left to say.”

Hamilton reached for her hand, “You can’t leave now.”

“Leaving or staying is none of your business!” Natalia pulled away, “It’s either you get out, or I do.”

Hamilton, throat bobbing with swallowed words, was about to exit when Ryan drove off.

Glancing at Hamilton through the rearview mirror, Ryan spoke.

“Natalia’s been running on fumes. Please, Mr. Fowler, book your own room and let her rest.”

Hamilton, face grim, stayed silent.

After Ryan ensured Natalia was settled in her hotel room, he left.

As Natalia was about to close the door, Hamilton barged in.

Her expression darkened, but Hamilton quickly said, “Just hear me out.”