Echoes Of a Forsaken Heart (Natalia and Hamilton) novel Chapter 289

Indeed, the contents of the bag were just as Debby had described.

A key, a notebook, and a box.

Natalia picked up the key, her eyes widening slightly in surprise—it was for a safety deposit box at a bank.

The notebook was Tatiana's diary.

And then there was the box.

Upon opening it, Natalia's heart skipped a beat.

It contained her rose quartz necklace—the very one she had smashed to pieces in a fit of rage at Graham. Somehow, unbeknownst to her, Tatiana had painstakingly started to piece together the shattered remnants.

She had only managed to reassemble half of it; numerous fragments still lay scattered inside the box.

Tears began to overflow as Natalia struggled to control her emotions.

She had never expected Tatiana to undertake such a task in secret.

Her mother.

Her mother had lived her life solely for her.

Tatiana had braved the world alone just to give birth to her, and later endured Graham's abuse to protect her.

It seemed everything she did, she did for Natalia.

Overwhelmed, Natalia broke down sobbing.

Hamilton, slightly panicked, pulled her into his embrace.

"What's wrong? Did your mom leave something for you?"

But Natalia could only cry.

It took a long while for her to calm down, with Hamilton holding her, his heart softening.

He gently patted her back, comforting her.

Wiping away her tears, Natalia thanked Hamilton—a courtesy that seemed distant and formal.

That feeling instantly reminded Hamilton of the times Natalia had kept him at arm's length.

He squeezed her waist.

"All this snot and tears on my shirt, and you think a simple 'thank you' will do?"

Natalia pushed him away, attempting to return to her seat, but Hamilton wasn't ready to let go.

"Just let me hold you a little longer."

He was addicted to this feeling.

It was only when Natalia was crying in his arms that he felt a momentary sense of fulfillment.

Now, he feared that letting her go would revert them back to their previous emotional distance.

Natalia, however, didn't indulge him and pushed him away.

She stared blankly at the broken crystal pieces in the box.

Hamilton glanced at the box, puzzled by the half-finished necklace and its scattered fragments.

"What's this?"

"A necklace," Natalia murmured softly, turning to look at Hamilton. "Do you remember it?"

Hamilton paused, "Remember what?"

A pang of sadness hit Natalia.

"Never mind, let's go home."

Hamilton, holding her chin gently, suggested, "How about we get something to eat first?"

Packing up, Natalia replied without enthusiasm, "No thanks, I'm not hungry."

But Hamilton started the car and drove straight to a diner's parking lot.

Upon stopping, he quickly got out and opened the car door for Natalia.

She frowned, really not in the mood to eat.

Hamilton offered with a smile, "Should I carry you?"

"I really don't want to eat."

Ignoring her protests, Hamilton carried her inside.

Natalia immediately struggled.

"I can walk by myself!"

Hamilton, however, refused to put her down.

The diner was bustling with people, all of whom turned to look at them.

"Hamilton!" Natalia exclaimed, desperate.

He simply whispered in her ear, "What's wrong with carrying the mother of my child?"