The Unwavering Heart That Broke (Nathalie and Lance) novel Chapter 695

Chapter 695

Chapter 695

But who would have guessed they would end up on the brink of divorce, and worse, that Nathalie would bring mortal danger to his doorstep?

Madonna had never regretted a single decision she made, and even now, her only instinct was to drive Nathalie away.

He was her only surviving son. She couldn’t lose him!

Lance stiffened, his jaw locking. He grabbed Madonna’s arms and gently but firmly pushed her back. “Mom, I’m already getting treatment. I’m going to recover. You don’t need to worry about me.”

“Hmph!”

Carl, who had been standing in stony silence, let out a vicious scoff. “Ruining your life over a woman. Is this how you repay us? You tell your mother not to worry, so why don’t you actually do something to give her peace of mind?! You already got your brother killed! Do you want to put your mother in an early grave too?”

“Carl!”

Madonna whipped around, shooting him a desperate, warning glare to

shut up.

Carl merely pulled out a chair and sat down, his face a mask of cold fury. “I’m not wrong. If he keeps acting like a lovesick fool, he is going to kill you. He won’t be satisfied until every last member of the Adams family is

dead!”

“Stop talking!” Madonna snapped, frantic. They had agreed before

walking in not to bring up the past. Why was he stabbing old wounds the second they arrived?

“Lance is severely injured! If you can’t offer him a single word of comfort, then just shut your mouth!” Madonna pleaded, her eyes red.

Chapter 695

Carl glared at her but clamped his jaw shut. His sharp gaze shifted, tanding squarely on Nathalie. His voice dropped to a freezing timber. “Why are you still standing here?”

Nathalie tensed, the sheer hostility in the room pressing down on her shoulders. She pressed her lips into a thin line.

Suddenly, her hand was caught in a firm grip.

Lance’s large, warm hand enveloped hers completely. “She is my wife,” he said in a low, dangerous tone. “I’m sick, so it’s perfectly normal for her to be here taking care of me. If you can’t stand the sight of her, you can

leave.”

“Ha!”

Carl sneered, glaring daggers at his son. Even though Lance couldn’t see it, the air between the two men practically crackled with silent, toxic

warfare.

Madonna quickly stepped between them. “Both of you, stop it! One of you needs rest to heal, and the other just got off an international flight! Not another word from either of you!”

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She turned back to Lance, forcing her tone to soften. “Lance, what exactly did the doctors say? Where is Ellie? Why isn’t she here checking on you?” “Dr. Lane gives me acupuncture and herbal medicine every day,” Lance replied coolly. “We’re actively flushing out the toxins.”

Madonna nodded in relief. “Thank god. Ellie inherited her parents’ brilliant medical skills, and she’s always been a dedicated girl. She’ll definitely figure out how to cure you.”

Then, her gaze slid back to Nathalie, her expression instantly icing over. “How exactly did Lance get hurt?”

“Mom.”

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