The Year I Was the Other Woman To Myself novel Chapter 645

Hamilton strode forward, grabbing Natalie's wrist and yanking her toward him.

The force sent her stumbling forward, her head colliding with his chest.

Gritting her teeth, she shoved him away. "Hamilton, you can bully me, you can humiliate me, but you will not harm my daughter!"

"It's just an apology!"

"My daughter didn't steal anything from anyone!"

"Then let someone search her pockets!"

"You bastard!"

Furious, Natalie swung her hand at Hamilton, but Maria shoved her, sending her sprawling to the ground.

Kristin saw what happened, understanding only that her mother was being hurt. With a determined cry, she charged toward Natalie and Hamilton.

"You're all mean! You're bullying my mommy and me!"

Being just a child, she was easily stopped by a crew member before she could reach them.

"Let me go! I'm going to punch you!" Kristin shouted.

Hamilton looked at Natalie, who had clearly taken a hard fall, and then at the furious Kristin. This wasn't what he wanted; the situation felt like it was spiraling out of his control.

"Forget it," he said, suppressing some emotion. "Let them go."

"No way! Make her give back the hair clip she stole from me!" Queena stomped her foot.

Hamilton's brow furrowed. "It's just a hair clip. I'll buy you a new one later, consider it a replacement."

"She's a bad kid! She has to apologize to me!"

Maria pulled Queena close, feigning a comforting tone.

The onlookers muttered amongst themselves. Even those on friendly terms with Natalie didn't dare to speak up for her now.

Kristin burst into angry tears. "Mommy, let them check my pockets! I didn't steal it! I didn't!"

Natalie held her daughter tight, determined not to let anyone touch her.

"I believe you."

"But even if you believe me, they don't! They're all calling me a thief."

"You're not a thief, Kristin. Mommy knows that."

Just as Natalie was sinking into despair, a few sharp claps echoed through the space.

"Wow, what a brilliant performance."

Everyone turned toward the sound. A strikingly handsome man in a white suit walked in, a roguish smirk playing on his lips. The corners of his eyes were tilted upwards, giving him a devilishly charming look.