Curious, Natalie had her eyes fixed on Shane, anticipating his answer.
However, he simply furrowed his brows and shook his head. “Nothing. Other than causing troubles here and there, Sam and his wife didn’t do anything out of line. Although Sean did drug me five years ago, my grandpa had already passed long before that incident.”
“Huh… That’s really weird, then,” commented Natalie.
“It is.” Shane pursed his lips. “I’m also trying hard to find the will because I’m dying to know what they have done. But Grandpa had hidden the will so well that I still don’t have a single clue about its whereabouts to this day.”
“Don’t rush. Take your time,” uttered Natalie as she held his arm, comforting him.
Seeing this, Shane’s expression softened a bit. “I will. But I must find that will for both of us.”
Sam’s the reason I’m infertile now. I can never forgive him for that, so I have to take my revenge no matter what.
Natalie had no idea of the grudge that was buried within Shane. After hearing that he was doing this for the two of them, warmth surged within her heart.
Soon, they fell into a comfortable silence as they headed toward the villa.
When they arrived, Natalie stood rooted to her spot in front of the gate. Something’s wrong.
When Shane got out of the car, he walked over to her and stopped beside her with an arched brow. “What’s the matter?”
“I feel like something’s amiss here…” Natalie pointed toward the villa.
“What’s amiss?” asked Shane as he narrowed his eyes quizzically.
“I don’t know. It’s just… too quiet.”
Usually, all the lights are on, but it’s dark and quiet now. It’s like no one’s inside.
“Could this be Mrs. Wilson’s supposed surprise?” Natalie made her guess.
It could be, right? Typically, when someone wants to make a surprise, they would ask everyone else to hide first. Is Mrs. Wilson that cliché?
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