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The Triplets My Ex Never Knew About novel Chapter 286

Chapter 286: Chapter 286: Nathaniel Sloan’s Dream, The Savior from Back Then

Zane Grant’s unease grew. "What in the world happened?!"

Luke White hung his head. "Mr. Grant, when we arrived, Mr. Sloan was on the ground next to a wrecked car. The vehicle had bullet holes, and Madam... she was gone!"

"Judging by the scene, there were a lot of people involved. But there was no blood, so we believe Madam was taken..."

Zane Grant’s heart lurched.

’The lack of blood only means Estelle Lockwood wasn’t injured *at the scene*.’

’But now Estelle Lockwood is missing. She was taken? Where could they have taken her? Were they after Nathaniel, or were they after Estelle?’

’And...’

’Nathaniel’s in a coma and Estelle is missing. What about their three children at home?’

Zane Grant narrowed his eyes. "Luke White, put a lid on this. Don’t let any of it get out. With Nathaniel in a coma from the poison and Estelle missing, I’m sure plenty of people will be itching to cause trouble."

Luke White, of course, understood this.

"Focus on finding Estelle. And notify the Kendrick family."

The Kendricks were Estelle Lockwood’s family. They needed to know. With their help, the chances of finding Estelle would be that much greater.

...

Nathaniel Sloan felt like he was in a dream.

In the dream, he had returned to ten years ago. He was eighteen.

He had just inherited the charitable foundation, received the letter from the former Mr. Lynch, and learned that Miranda Lancaster was his mother.

Then, he had suddenly fallen into a coma.

When he woke up again, he was no longer in Crestfall, but in the mountains of the Sunkenlands. It seemed whoever was behind this wanted him to die on his own.

Nathaniel Sloan sneered. ’Why leave me to die on my own? If they wanted me dead, why not just kill me directly?’ It was only later, when he discovered that Old Mr. Lancaster was the one who had poisoned him, that he understood. It wasn’t that the old man didn’t want him dead immediately. It was that Old Mr. Lancaster prized his reputation far too much. If he were caught doing the deed himself, the consequences would be endless.

By then, he knew for certain that he had been poisoned.

First, he became sensitive to both cold and heat, and then he lost the ability to feel temperature altogether.

Next went his sense of smell. The mountains of the Sunkenlands were a tapestry of overlapping peaks, filled with countless rare flowers and plants. How could there be no fragrance at all?

Then his sense of pain vanished. He cut his calf on a sharp blade of grass, and though he could see the blood flowing, Nathaniel Sloan felt nothing at all.

And then, his sight...

Nathaniel Sloan realized he had gone blind.

He couldn’t see a thing. He wandered the mountains like a lost soul.

’Perhaps Old Mr. Lancaster leaving me to die on my own really is the greatest revenge he could take.’

But Nathaniel Sloan couldn’t understand. What had he done wrong? What had his own mother, Miranda Lancaster, done wrong?!

As a father and a grandfather, Old Mr. Lancaster had instead harmed his own daughter and grandson, not even hesitating to make a killing blow. He didn’t just want them dead; he wanted them to die in agony!

Before she died, Miranda Lancaster knew Nathaniel Sloan was her son, but she couldn’t acknowledge him. In her final moments, could she truly not have imagined the life he was living at the hands of Laura Jennings?

But she was dying. The official story—that she had "died of depression"—was just an excuse. Everyone knew perfectly well who was really responsible for Miranda Lancaster’s death.

Miranda Lancaster died unable to let go of her son, filled with hatred and regret.

And now... Old Mr. Lancaster wanted Nathaniel Sloan to die just as unwillingly, just as tormented by pain.

Why?! What had they ever done to him?!

But alas, Nathaniel Sloan could no longer see. He might have been a prodigy, but he was helpless in the face of such sickness and pain. He figured he would probably never make it out of this forest.

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