The Triplets My Ex Never Knew About novel Chapter 125

Chapter 125: Chapter 125: You Do All This, and You’re Not Afraid of Retribution?

Estelle Lockwood thought she heard someone calling her name.

She was lost in darkness, but a hand reached out to her—

Estelle Lockwood opened her eyes.

The sight before her made her pause.

She was clearly in a hospital. The firelight in her memory suddenly faded, replaced by sunlight streaming through the clean windowpane.

Everything around her came into view, including...

"Nathaniel Sloan?"

A genuine flash of relief crossed Nathaniel Sloan’s eyes. He rose gently. "It’s good that you’re awake. I’ll have Zane Grant come and check on you."

Estelle Lockwood’s throat felt very uncomfortable, and she couldn’t help but cough twice. Zane Grant hurried in. "Don’t worry. You just inhaled a lot of smoke from the fire. You’ll be fine after a few days of rest. I’ll prescribe something to soothe your throat."

Estelle Lockwood let Zane Grant set up his instruments to examine her. "How long was I asleep?"

Zane Grant paused, then said, "You weren’t sleeping. You were in a coma. It’s been three days."

Estelle Lockwood was shocked. "I was in a coma for three days? So the fire was three days ago?"

Zane Grant shrugged. "Yeah. Nathaniel risked his life rushing in to save you. It’s hard to say what would have happened otherwise."

Estelle Lockwood instinctively looked at Nathaniel Sloan. ’So the voice I heard wasn’t a hallucination. Nathaniel really came for me.’

However, she quickly thought of another problem, her eyes narrowing slightly. "What are people on the internet saying about the fire?"

Zane Grant was about to speak but realized it was a loaded question. Fortunately, Nathaniel Sloan gently took over.

"You’ll find all sorts of opinions online. The cause of the fire is still under investigation. For now, you should just focus on recovering here in the hospital."

As soon as Zane Grant finished his examination, he left immediately.

Estelle Lockwood pressed her lips together and turned on her phone. An avalanche of messages flooded in, but she ignored them, opening Weibo and several news apps directly—

The next moment, the phone was snatched from her hand.

Nathaniel Sloan’s warm palm gently enveloped her hand. "The fire started under suspicious circumstances, so the police are investigating everyone who was there one by one. It’ll take some time to get results. Don’t worry."

Estelle Lockwood looked up, her gaze firm. "Nathaniel Sloan, I’m not that fragile."

She hated this feeling of knowing nothing, of being powerless.

She wasn’t even sure what she was worried about. Perhaps she was afraid it would be like five years ago, with Noelle Lockwood and the Lockwood Family spreading rumors online to have her condemned. Five years ago, she had been severely injured and in a coma, unable to prove her innocence. But now, she couldn’t just wait for her doom.

’It’s obvious this fire was set deliberately by Noelle Lockwood,’ she thought. ’She wants to put me in the same situation I was in five years ago.’

Nathaniel Sloan’s lips tightened into a thin line. "I said, you can’t look."

The man paused, then softened his tone. "At least, not right now."

’Estelle just woke up,’ he thought. ’I’m afraid the shock will be too much for her. What if she faints again? I can’t let my guard down for a second.’

Estelle Lockwood puffed out her cheeks, about to say more, but then she remembered Nathaniel Sloan risking his life, charging into the fire to save her...

He said he believed her.

’But then why,’ she wondered, ’did he let Noelle Lockwood pin the label of ’arson-suicide’ on me five years ago and let the case be closed so hastily?’

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