“Yes, they are both awake. They had just finished their meal,” replied Mrs. Wilson.
Jacqueline clapped her hands in delight. “Perfect!”
“Yes. Why are you still awake at this hour, Ms. Graham?” asked Mrs. Wilson.
Jacqueline smoothed her wig and flashed a grin. “I’m going to bed soon.”
“Oh, I see. I won’t disturb you, then.” With that, Mrs. Wilson went downstairs.
Jacqueline raised her head to stare at the third floor. Her smile faded away as it was replaced by a frosty look.
Jackson had revealed everything to her—how Sean kidnapped Natalie and that she fell off a cliff. I can’t believe she’s still alive. How bloody ridiculous.
She shot an exasperated glare upstairs before stomping back to her room.
The next morning, Natalie woke up feeling refreshed. If it weren’t for her wounds, no one would know she had just been rescued from her kidnapper.
Shane was worried that she was still in shock, so he ordered her to remain at home for a few days before returning to work.
Natalie agreed as she didn’t want to make him upset.
She could rest for a few days before starting the preparations for the international competition.
Shortly after Shane left with the kids, Joyce arrived to visit her. “Nat!” she greeted Natalie warmly.
It was Shane who requested Joyce to come and accompany Natalie to relieve the latter’s fear.
Joyce agreed without hesitation and sped here at once after hanging up.
“Nat, are you alright?” she scanned Natalie in concern.
Natalie was amused by her antics. “Joyce, stop it. I’m fine.”
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