The Unwavering Heart That Broke (Nathalie and Lance) novel Chapter 552

She had initially assumed that the lingering effects of the poison on Jasper would mirror what had happened to her grandmother, Adelaide—perhaps some cognitive delays or slowed reactions. She never imagined it would be this devastating.

A heavy sorrow darkened Lance's handsome features, and his voice dropped to a gravelly rasp. "I'm putting together an elite medical team dedicated solely to researching his condition. I will find a way to make him stand again."

Nathalie was at a loss for words, her chest tight with a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. Thinking of how pitiful Jasper looked, she suddenly found herself not caring whose child he was.

He was just an innocent boy who had been crippled by his own mother. He had suffered enough.

If she gave him the cold shoulder and forced him to live in constant fear, it would only add to his tragic misery.

Watching the subtle shifts in her expression, Lance knew she had already softened.

"I have to run an errand," Lance said, his tone thick with suppressed emotion. "I'll be back soon."

"Okay."

...

Meanwhile, at The Adams Estate.

Felice James had been locked in a cramped servant's quarters for what felt like an eternity. No matter how much she screamed or slammed against the door, no one came. She was given only one meager meal a day, leaving her starved, weak, and utterly drained of energy.

Lying on the narrow bed, she felt the last remnants of hope slipping away.

Suddenly, the heavy door swung open. She scrambled to sit up, but the sudden movement sent a violent wave of dizziness crashing over her. It took several seconds for her vision to clear.

Lance stood in the doorway, his presence suffocatingly dominant. His dark, predatory gaze rested on her with absolutely zero warmth.

Felice instinctively shrank back, all the color draining from her already pale face.

"Where did you take my son? I want to see him," Felice swallowed hard, desperately trying to project a sliver of courage.

"You don't have the right to see him."

Lance spoke, his voice a razor-sharp blade of ice.

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