The Unwavering Heart That Broke (Nathalie and Lance) novel Chapter 699

Chapter 699.

Chapter 699

Madonna didn’t even wait for Nathalie to defend herself. She let out a

sharp scoff. “Honestly, I don’t understand him either. He knows perfectly well that you don’t love him, but he still clings to you like a madman, even if it puts him in the grave. He never stops to think about me, about his father, or about the brother he already buried.”

Nathalie’s eyelashes trembled violently as a suffocating wave of sorrow crashed against her ribs. Every chaotic, blood-soaked memory of their past flashed before her eyes. It truly felt like they were cursed.

After a long pause, she finally typed a response: “His eyes were ruined because of me. Once his vision is restored, I will leave.”

Regardless of whether he agreed to sign the divorce papers or not, she refused to drag him into her nightmare any further.

She would hunt down her enemies on her own.

If her quest for vengeance ended up killing innocent bystanders, she truly deserved to burn in hell.

Madonna stared at her sharply. “You feel guilty. Is that it?”

Nathalie gripped her phone so hard her knuckles turned white, and

nodded.

Madonna let out a bitter, mocking laugh. “Sometimes I really feel sorry for Lance. He bled for you, nearly died for you, and all he earned was your pity.”

Nathalie’s spine went rigid. Guilt was the only thing she had left to offer.

It was the only thing she was allowed to give.

Her future was completely dark. Until the targets on her back were eliminated, she didn’t have the luxury of dreaming about anything else

Madonna finally looked away, staring off into the distance. “So, who

Chapter 699

exactly is trying to kill you? Why do they keep coming after you? Have you found any solid leads?”

Nathalie nodded and typed: “A few.”

Madonna stood up, looking down at her with absolute authority. “I don’t give a damn who you’re at war with, Nathalie, but do not drag my son into your mess. He is the only boy I have left. I refuse to experience the hell of burying another child. As a woman, I expect you to understand where I’m coming from.”

A cold gust of wind swept past, scattering dead leaves over Nathalie’s shoes. She watched Madonna walk away, her throat tight with unshed

tears.

Suddenly, her phone vibrated. Sophia’s name flashed across the screen.

Startled, Nathalie quickly suppressed her emotions and sent the call to

voicemail.

Nathalie: [What’s wrong?]

Sophia: [What are you up to, Nathalie?]

Sophia: [Freddy has been asking me about you non-stop. Has he tried to contact you? I didn’t say anything, but you’ve been off the grid for a while and I was starting to get worried.]

Nathalie: [I’m fine. I’m just traveling to clear my head.]

Sophia: [Oh, okay! That’s a relief.]

Sophia: [Hey… do you think I could go visit Grandma? I miss her.]

Sophia: [If that’s a bad idea, just pretend I didn’t ask.]

Nathalie stared at the screen, biting her pale lip before typing back.

Nathalie: [You can. Go keep Grandma company for me.]

Sophia: [Awesome! I will!]

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