The Heiress Nobody Saw Coming (Natalie and Marcus) novel Chapter 401

Marcus' voice carried unwavering conviction, and his gaze was earnest. Without a second thought, Timothy chose to believe him.

One was from the Langleys, who had manipulated and mistreated his sister for years, and the other was a childhood friend he had known all his life.

Hence, the choice of whom to trust was obvious.

"What else did Mrs. Langley Senior say?" Timothy asked, clenching his jaw. "Don't keep this from me. I need to know exactly what that old hag has been filling my sister's head with."

Marcus went quiet for a brief moment. Then, he repeated every single word he had heard back then to Timothy without leaving out a single detail.

When he finished, he took a quick pause before he continued, "Timothy, I only misunderstood Nat because of what Mrs. Langley Senior said. And since Nat didn't say anything about it back then, I assumed it was true.

"But Timothy, you know I've never been involved in any improper relationships with a woman all these years."

He had no interest in Emma or any other woman. In their social circle, he was the very definition of self-restraint when it came to women.

Timothy couldn't deny it either.

"I know."

Timothy stood up. "It's not your fault. If I were you, I wouldn't have liked someone who plotted against me and used me either."

Marcus was utterly touched. "Thank you for understanding, Timothy. Thank you."

"Hold off on thanking me. I don't blame you for calling off the engagement, but let me warn you—if you ever hurt my sister or make her cry, I'll make sure you learn a lesson you won't forget."

Timothy went on, "Nat has four brothers backing her up. We may not be as rich as the Holdens, but we have strength in numbers."

Marcus nodded. "Don't worry, Timothy. What you're afraid of will never happen."

"It better not."

Timothy grabbed his phone and earphones from the chair and said, "I'll head back to my room."

Marcus gave a slight nod. "Okay. See you, Timothy."

On his way back to the main estate, Timothy bumped into Natalie, who had just come back after getting a few bottles of water. He looked at his sister with overwhelming heartache.

Grace, that vile old woman, had filled his sister's head with nonsense.

His sister was a perfectly good young lady. Just what had Grace done to her?

"What's wrong, Timothy?"

Natalie could tell that something was off with him. "Did Marcus tell you something?"

Timothy didn't utter a single word. He walked up to Natalie and wrapped her in an embrace. The ache in his heart threatened to spill over.

The daughter of the Walkers was meant to be a strong, independent woman who was showered with endless love—not raised to seduce men at someone else's bidding.

With all the scheming and manipulation, he'd want nothing to do with it either if he were in Marcus' shoes.

At that moment, Timothy's resentment toward Marcus for breaking off the engagement completely shifted to Grace's vile scheming.

"Just forget everything that happened when you were with the Langleys, Nat. From now on, don't show them—especially Grace—any mercy."

Timothy held Natalie tightly, torn between sorrow and fury.

"What's the matter, Timothy?"

Natalie held two bottles of water in hand. One was for Timothy, and the other was for Marcus.

She was a little confused at Timothy's sudden surge of pain and anger.