Natalie's fingers twitched.
"Natalie, I'm Remington. I'm here," Remington said.
His tone was not as playful as he usually was. Unexpectedly, it was somewhat calm.
Natalie turned her head while her eyes moved slightly. She stared blankly at Remington.
After a while, she suddenly held Remington's hand and said, "Remington, take me away. I want to leave this place."
There was an unprecedented urgency in Natalie's tone.
It was like a purgatory.
She wanted to leave and did not want to stay even for a single moment.
"Natalie, don't worry. I'm here to take you away," Remington said in a gentle tone as he stared into Natalie's eyes.
Natalie struggled to get up.
However, she did not have any strength.
She had not eaten for a few days. As she was struggling to get up, she collapsed onto the bed.
Remington gently patted Natalie's shoulder and said, "Natalie, don't worry, have something to eat first. You will only have the strength after having some food."
A servant pushed a dining cart into the room.
After picking up the bowl, he took a spoonful of soup and fed it to Natalie.
He said in a gentle tone, "Natalie, have some soup. I'll take you away after you have eaten."
She hesitated for a moment.
Remington tried to encourage Natalie, "You can't leave because you're too weak. Eat something, we can leave after that. I promise you but you'll have to promise me that you'll eat too, alright?"
Natalie took a sip of soup, which Remington fed her.
Remington fed her again.
Natalie did not take a sip immediately.
She looked at him.
She was swallowing.
"Remington, I hate him, I hate him so much."
Her voice was a little hoarse and she said it with much hatred.
Her tone and gaze were filled with resentment. It made Remington's heart skip a beat.
Five days later, Natalie was in a prestigious apartment in the United States.
She had almost recovered.
She stood in front of a huge window and looked at the scene outside. Her eyes were filled with hatred.
All of a sudden, there was a knock on the door.
She went to open the door.
Remington was standing outside.
"Remington." Natalie forced a smile.
Remington walked into the room.
He sat down on the couch and said, "Natalie, there's something I need to talk to you about."
Natalie walked over and sat opposite him.
"What were you doing before I came?" Remington looked into Natalie's eyes.
The hatred in Natalie's eyes, which had disappeared earlier, emerged again. Her lips trembled violently, "I was looking out of the window. I was thinking about Tobias. I am thinking about the day he will be punished!"
Every single word was filled with hatred.
"Natalie." Remington said, "I don't want you to be so immersed in hatred."
Natalie suddenly became emotional, "Why?! How can I not hate him? He killed my child. I will hate him for the rest of my life. I will curse him every single day!"
Remington did not say anything.
He looked at Natalie, her face turned red from her emotions.
He stood up and poured a glass of warm water for Natalie.
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