The Unwavering Heart That Broke (Nathalie and Lance) novel Chapter 301

Madonna sank into the chair again, looking so drained and worn out that it almost hurt to see her. She glanced at Nathalie and for a moment, her eyes were a mix of sadness and something almost unreadable. “Nathalie, I don’t know who you’ve gotten into trouble with, but you can’t be with Lance anymore. You’ll just pull him into this with you. I’ve already lost one son. I can’t lose Lance too.”

Her voice was shaky, heavy with exhaustion and pain.

Nathalie didn’t say a word. The lights in the hallway were so bright they made her look just as pale.

“Jackson was amazing. From the moment he started working with the company, he just… he just got things done. His dad and I, we really thought he had a future. We never had to worry about him, not once…” Madonna’s eyes drifted away, lost in memory. The look didn’t last though. It faded into something darker, much more painful.

Jackson’s accident played out in her head once more. He’d gone Overseas for a business trip, and the plane crashed into the ocean. No ɔne ever found the plane. At first, they’d pulled every string they could think of to find him, but nothing turned up. Eventually, they recovered Jackson’s backpack deep in the sea. His IDs were still inside. That was when it hit them–he was really gone.

Four years had passed, and the wound still hadn’t closed. Every time she thought about it, it was like a fresh cut. Sometimes, Madonna felt like she just wanted to disappear, to escape the weight of all that sadness.

“So, nothing can happen to Lance. I mean it, nothing at all.” Little by little, Madonna’s voice grew steadier, her eyes filling with determination. “You’ve wanted this divorce for a long time. Since he’s unconscious right now, let’s take care of it. I know the court date is two days away, but with Lance like this, there’s no way he can show up. They’ll just postpone it.”

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Nathalie’s lashes fluttered, and finally she answered, her voice soft. “Alright. I’ll do what you say.”

She didn’t want anyone else tangled up in her mess. And she was determined to find out who was trying to hurt her, no matter what.

A faint, tired smile appeared on Madonna’s face. “Nathalie, you’re a good kid. You really are.”

Nathalie stayed silent.

An hour ticked by. Then Aaron came back, a stack of papers tucked under

his arm.

Madonna took the documents and looked them over with care. She turned to Nathalie. “Want to check them? If there’s anything you don’t ike, we can add it in.”

‘It’s fine.”

Nathalie shook her head. “Just let me sign.”

She took the pen from Aaron and scrawled her name on the divorce agreement.

After that, Madonna picked up the documents, stood, and slipped into the ntensive care unit. Aaron trailed after her, still trying to change her mind. ‘Madonna, maybe we should wait for Lance to wake up. We don’t have to do this now.”

Madonna just shook her head, her voice firm. “I’m not letting my son be put at risk.”

Aaron had nothing more to say.

Inside Lance’s room, he was motionless on the bed, an oxygen mask strapped to his face.

Madonna set the papers down and gently fitted the pen into Lance’s limp hand. She wrapped her own fingers around his and slowly started guiding

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his hand against the paper. The position was awkward. Every letter came out shaky, but Madonna was careful, determined to make it just right.

The steady beep of medical machines filled the silence as she painstakingly moved his hand, forming each part of his name, one slow line at a time.

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