The Unwavering Heart That Broke novel Chapter 110

The secretary’s expression was hard to read, but he still nodded. “Nathalie, come with me.”

Nathalie bit down on her lip, holding back whatever she wanted to say. Right then, the door to the hospital room opened.

Lance walked in, tall and composed, holding two gift boxes in his hands.

He glanced around, his eyes sharp, before his gaze softened as he looked at Camilla lying in the hospital bed. “Mom, how are you feeling today?”

Camilla reached up to her head and forced a smile. “I’m feeling better. Lance, aren’t you busy today?”

“It’s alright,” Lance told her. “I just couldn’t stop worrying, so I came to check in.”

Next, he turned to Daniel. “Dad, what’s happening here?”

Daniel’s face was still stormy. Seeing Lance didn’t make things any better. He answered, cool as ever, “Just the same thing we discussed last night.”

Then he shot a look at the secretary. “Well? What are you waiting for?”

The secretary headed for the door, with Felice right behind.

Nathalie rushed forward, blocking their way. “I said, no!”

Lance took in her pale face, the blood at the corner of her mouth, her whole body shaking as if she might collapse any second.

He asked, calm and direct, “You’re giving Felice shares?”

Daniel nodded. “Exactly.”

“That’s fine by me,” Lance replied, voice even and expression unreadable.

This was all Nathalie’s fault. If only she wasn’t so headstrong, so spoiled, always making things hard for Felice… Felice had put up with years and years of it. If Nathalie had just treated Felice a little better, maybe they’d never have gotten to this point.

A spark of disbelief flashed in Felice’s eyes, quickly followed by a surge of happiness. He was helping her. That meant he finally trusted her, finally believed she had been telling the truth all along. Had he realized he’d picked the wrong person, and wanted to make it up to her now?

Felice could barely hide her excitement. She glanced at Nathalie, relishing the look of utter defeat on her face.

Well, well. The pampered princess, so used to getting her way, was finally starting to fall.

The whole room was caught up in their own thoughts, but Lance seemed completely calm. He looked at Nathalie, his tone steady and deep. “Since Dad’s already made up his mind, there isn’t much more I can say. But…”

Daniel frowned. “But what?”

Lance went on, “Felice is just the Blair family’s adopted daughter. She doesn’t have any experience with business, and honestly, she hasn’t contributed much to The Blair Group. Five percent seems a bit high. I think three percent makes more sense. This way, the board won’t make a fuss.”