The Unwavering Heart That Broke (Nathalie and Lance) novel Chapter 379

The one spying on her was Fabian.

She just couldn’t wrap her head around it.

She had never crossed him.

She racked her brain, dissecting every interaction they’d ever had, but she came up completely empty.

Groaning in frustration, she rolled over in bed. It felt like an invisible guillotine was hanging directly over her neck, threatening to drop and sever her head at any moment.

Who was really pulling the strings?

Why were so many people gunning for her?

Whose toes had she stepped on to deserve this?

Another sleepless night left Nathalie looking completely drained the next

morning.

Seeing her pale complexion, Grandma’s face creased with worry. She reached out, grasping Nathalie’s cold hand, her warm, wrinkled skin offering a small measure of comfort. “Nathalie, are you still going to keep me in the dark? What exactly is going on?”

Nathalie’s heart gave a guilty squeeze. Masking her anxiety, she forced a confused expression. “What? Grandma, what are you talking about?”

Leda gave her a deeply complex look before sighing. “Fine. Keep your secrets if you must.”

Nathalie feigned exasperation. “What secrets? Why are you acting so dramatic? Have you been binge–watching those soap operas again? Or did you have another weird nightmare?”

Leda was utterly speechless.

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Nathalie rested her head on her grandmother’s shoulder, half–closing her eyes. “Don’t stress. I just didn’t sleep well. The fact that the divorce is still dragging on is completely stressing me out. Once the paperwork is finalized, I’ll be back to normal.”

Leda still looked skeptical. “Is that really all it is?”

“Yes,” Nathalie nodded earnestly. “That’s really all it is.”

Leda patted her hand. “Alright then. Go eat your breakfast.”

“Okay.”

Her replacement documents were finally ready. Nathalie swung by to pick them up, then immediately opened her social media app.

Before posting a picture of her shiny new ID, she deliberately adjusted the privacy settings so the story was only visible to Freddy and Fabian.

If another “accident” miraculously occurred today, she would know exactly who was responsible.

Having already tested Fabian, Freddy was the final piece of the puzzle.

Getting back into her car, she texted Lance to meet her at the Register

Office.

Taking a deep breath, her eyes hardened with absolute determination as she navigated into the flow of traffic.

Just as she was a few miles away from the Register Office, her phone suddenly rang, making her heart skip a beat.

Here it comes!

What kind of disaster was waiting for her this time?

Who was making a move?

She pulled over to the side of the road and glanced at the caller ID, only to freeze.

It was Daniel.

Ever since the last explosive confrontation, she hadn’t bothered to check on Daniel or Camilla.

Camilla was still locked away in the psychiatric facility.

Why on earth was he calling her now?

‘Hello?” Nathalie answered, her tone dripping with suspicion.

Daniel’s voice sounded incredibly haggard. “Nathalie… your mother is severely ill again. She’s begging to see you. She truly regrets everything. Do you… still hate her?”

Nathalie’s grip on the steering wheel tightened until her knuckles turned white. She took a slow, steadying breath. “If she’s sick, call a doctor. Why are you calling me? I can’t magically cure her.”

Daniel choked on his words, struggling to formulate a reply. “Nathalie, no natter what we’ve done, we’re still your parents! We gave you life and aised you! Does family mean absolutely nothing to you?”

Nathalie lowered her gaze, her thick lashes masking the coldness in her eyes. Her voice was terrifyingly flat. “Then do yourselves a favor and pretend you never had a daughter.”

Without waiting for a response, she ended the call.

Putting the car back into gear, she continued toward the Register Office, her stunning face stripped of all emotion.

Just one more turn at the next intersection.