The Heiress Nobody Saw Coming (Natalie and Marcus) novel Chapter 10

Charles ended the call with a frustrated sigh, muttering under his breath about Marcus. The trip wasn't urgent. Why couldn't Marcus come home and explain himself in person?

Natalie had just arrived at Holden Residence, barely spending a night there, and they were already planning to leave her behind. It seemed inconsiderate.

"Nattie, Marcus has been quite busy lately," Charles said, his tone carrying a hint of guilt. "It might take him a little longer before he can properly meet you."

"That's perfectly fine, Grandpa Charles," Natalie replied reassuringly. "I already feel bad enough for imposing on you. I wouldn't want Mr. Holden to take time away from his work just to meet me. I'm sure there will be plenty of opportunities when he's less busy."

Natalie then asked calmly, "Grandpa Charles, I heard Mr. Holden mention he's taking you on a trip tomorrow. Is that right?"

Natalie wasn't upset at all. In fact, she felt relieved. Marcus' absence was actually a good thing for her.

Natalie had already instructed Connie to take on the medical request from the Holden family who came from Dithoria State. With her own plans to leave Amberton soon, Charles being away would make things simpler, eliminating the need for her to come up with an excuse.

"Yes, though I have no idea what's gotten into Marcus, suddenly deciding to take me on a trip," Charles said, shaking his head with mild irritation.

"Nattie, why don't you come with us tomorrow?" Charles continued, his tone softening. "I doubt you've ever been to Balford before."

Natalie shook her head. "Thank you, Grandpa Charles, but I've promised my mentor to assist with some work. It's a great chance to learn more during the summer break. You and Mr. Holden should enjoy your trip without worrying about me."

Charles sighed but managed a small smile. "You're such a thoughtful girl, Nattie. Alright, but make sure you come back to Hilltop Villa at night."

"I promise, Grandpa Charles. Don't worry about me," Natalie said warmly.

Relieved, Charles smiled and led her to dinner.

After dinner, Natalie excused herself, saying she felt tired, and returned to her room.

Once there, Natalie video-called Sarah to confirm that Victor and his family had left Ceder Hill Nursing Home. She also checked that Grace had eaten, taken her evening walk, and was resting peacefully before ending the call.

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The following day, Natalie woke up early. She had asked the butler about Charles' schedule the night before and learned he was an early riser who didn't sleep much.

Natalie left a handwritten note on the table thanking him for his kindness and stepped out of Hilltop Villa.

Not long after Natalie left, a sleek black G-Wagon appeared on the driveway and stopped in front of her.

Natalie opened the door, set her bag down, and settled into the modified rear seat, which had been converted into a foldable bed.

"Ms. Walker, have some breakfast before you rest," Connie suggested, holding out a neatly packed meal.

Natalie waved a hand dismissively and pulled the blanket over herself. "Not yet. Maybe later," she murmured, her voice soft.

Connie adjusted the blanket carefully, her movements gentle. Years of blood donations to Diana had left Natalie's body weaker than it should have been. Proper nutrition and rest were critical, and Connie was responsible for ensuring Natalie's well-being.

"Let's get moving," Connie instructed the driver. "Make sure the temperature stays comfortable."

The drive from Amberton to Balford would take 16 hours. Natalie barely stirred during the journey, waking only once for a sip of water and a brief restroom stop before falling back asleep.

Connie kept a close watch on Natalie, occasionally placing a hand near her nose to check her breathing. Only when she felt reassured did she relax.

It wasn't without reason that Connie worried so much. Natalie had once performed a 24-hour-long surgery on an elderly woman, an exhausting feat that had pushed her body beyond its limits. The moment she stepped out of the operating room, she collapsed.

Connie had been the one to care for her then, cleaning her up, dressing her in fresh clothes, and giving her an intravenous drip. It had taken hours of uninterrupted sleep for Natalie to recover even a fraction of her strength.