The Unwavering Heart That Broke novel Chapter 106

Everyone fell silent when he finished speaking.

Daniel frowned. “Lance, did you not hear what Felice just said?”

Lance gently traced his thumb over Nathalie’s hand before glancing at Daniel. “Dad, it’s late now. This isn’t the right moment to get into this. I’m going to take Nathalie home so she can rest. I’ll visit Mom in the morning.”

Then his eyes landed on Felice, and something in his gaze deepened. “You left so quickly... Where’s Jasper?”

Felice opened her mouth, caught off guard by the question.

After everything she’d just said, and that’s the thing he cares about? Jasper?

She tried not to let her frustration show. Steeling herself, she replied, “Jasper was already asleep when I left.”

“Go back to him then. If Jasper wakes up and you’re not there, he’ll probably cry. He’s only three. You should be with him,” Lance said quietly.

Felice bit her lip. “But... my mom’s still unconscious...”

“She’s not going to wake up just because you’re standing here. If anything, you might disturb her rest.” Lance’s voice grew chilly.

A quiet tension spread through the room, making it even harder for anyone to speak up.

Without saying more, Lance took Nathalie’s hand and led her out.

For once, she didn’t resist him.

There was a brief flash of something complicated and cold in his eyes, but it disappeared almost instantly.

Nathalie was sure she’d saved Lance that day.

But she didn’t have the same certainty about him.

He was kind to Felice, gentle with her child. If he started questioning her, if he decided her sacrifice hadn’t meant what she thought, what would she do?

Outside, the night air pressed in on her, cold enough to make her shiver.

She bit down on her lip, struggling to regain her self-control.

The car finally stopped in front of her apartment building.

That deep, steady voice finally broke the silence. “Nathalie, I was already unconscious. I really don’t know who rescued me.”

Nathalie froze. The truth hit her all at once.

Of course. When she found him, he’d already been knocked out by that slab of concrete. No matter how she called out, he hadn’t answered.

He really had been out cold.

It made sense, she told herself. It really did. Still, that didn’t make it any easier to swallow.

She remembered it all so vividly—the way the rubble pressed down, the effort it took to drag him out, her hands scraped and bleeding, dust caked in her hair and on her face. Everything around her was crashing down, but all she could think about was getting him to safety.