The Triplets My Ex Never Knew About novel Chapter 31

Chapter 31: Chapter 31: Nathaniel Sloan Shakes Off Noelle Lockwood

Nathaniel Sloan stopped in his tracks. "Her belongings?"

Rose Lowell’s face was all smiles. "Yes, a diary. The maids were careless before and couldn’t find it."

Nathaniel Sloan’s gaze swept across the group. "Where is it?"

"Oh, what’s the rush? The diary’s not going anywhere." Laura Jennings ignored her son’s indifferent expression and beckoned enthusiastically. "Let’s eat first. Come on, Nathaniel, sit next to Noelle."

Noelle Lockwood rose with a shy smile, vacating the seat next to her. "Nathaniel..."

The next moment, Nathaniel Sloan had already found a random seat and sat down. It wasn’t just not adjacent to Noelle’s seat; it was so far he couldn’t even touch it by reaching out.

Noelle Lockwood’s face paled, and she swayed as if about to fall.

Nathaniel Sloan showed her no courtesy. "There’s no need to eat. As Mother said, the anniversary of Estelle’s death is approaching. Having lunch with Estelle’s sister would inevitably lead to misunderstandings."

Noelle Lockwood’s eyes turned red.

"Nathaniel!" Laura Jennings shot to her feet. "Fine, you want to see the diary? Then I’ll let you see it. Just you see what Estelle Lockwood wrote in it."

A slightly yellowed notebook was tossed in front of Nathaniel Sloan.

Nathaniel Sloan’s gaze softened for a moment as he slowly opened it.

Laura Jennings’s brow was still furrowed. "Estelle Lockwood asked you to take care of Noelle. Did you? You used to have all sorts of excuses for not marrying Noelle. And now? Look at what Estelle herself wanted."

"She stated it clearly in her diary. She felt that marrying you was snatching away Noelle’s engagement, that her conscience was wracked with guilt, and she hoped to return the position of Mrs. Sloan to Noelle in the future."

"Nathaniel, let me ask you this. Estelle Lockwood is dead. Are you really not going to fulfill her dying wish?!"

...

In the next room, Christian pressed himself tightly against the wall, listening to Laura Jennings’s words.

’So Daddy brought Noelle Lockwood into our home because of Mommy’s ’dying wish’?’

’Damn it! Mommy isn’t dead at all! These people are spouting nonsense!’

’Mommy hated Noelle Lockwood so much, how could she have willingly given up her engagement?’

Suddenly, Christian’s little cell phone flashed twice. This was a phone his daddy had given him. His daddy worried he wouldn’t be able to reach him when he was out, so he had specially given him a small phone.

Just then, a voice message came from the old butler: "Young Master, where are you? A lot of reporters have gone to Dewdrop Garden. I’m worried about you."

A glint flashed in Christian’s dark eyes. ’Lots of reporters have come to Dewdrop Garden?’

’What’s happening at Dewdrop Garden today that’s worth reporting?’

Even with his five-year-old brain, he knew that Noelle Lockwood and his evil grandmother had called these reporters.

’But...’ Christian’s eyes lit up. ’This is perfect timing!’

...

In the private room.

Nathaniel Sloan flipped through the diary, page by page, with extreme slowness.

It was Estelle Lockwood’s handwriting. Judging by the way the ink had bled, it must have been written five or six years ago.

The diary didn’t have many pages. It mostly consisted of Estelle Lockwood’s observations from when she had just returned to the Lockwood Family.

...She had indeed written in the diary that she worried marrying him meant she had stolen Noelle Lockwood’s destined match.

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