The President’s Mistake A Tale of Love and Regret novel Chapter 211

Chapter 211 Breakdown 

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He could not accept that his own child was buried in such a dilapidated place while he had been. enjoying himself for the past three years in the same city, under the same sky. His friends and beautiful women were always with him while he squandered a lot of money. 

He took a deep breath and slowly crouched down while taking off his gloves and started digging the soil with his bare hands. Freya should not have buried the baby too deeply, as her body was weak at the time. He was digging along the side of the flowerbed and found nothing. His fingers were blistered, as blood began to pool in his fingernails. The bodyguards felt bad looking at him, they approached him and wanted to help. 

“Get away from me!” Nathaniel scowled which stunned them, as they thought to themselves, What is Mr. Nathaniel doing? He seemed as if he was losing his mind. 

Nathaniel decided to dig right in the middle of the flowerbed. He felt his fingers go numb, but he was showing no sign of pain as he pursed his lips with a frown before finally feeling a hard item. It felt like an iron box. His heart skipped a beat, and immediately dug faster, revealing a container the size of a cookie box. There were some labels on the box, and it seemed to be some sort of paint container. The words had faded away. Freya should have taken the box out of the waste in the warehouse. 

His fingers were bleeding from the cuts, but he hugged the box tightly. The box had a two–piece design. He was trying to prep talk himself as he thought, Perhaps Freya was pranking me. Maybe she just wants to get me? She could have said anything to make me upset because she hates me. Freya had undergone great changes ever since she got out of jail; he felt like he did not know her 

anymore. 

The box was not locked, as Nathaniel carefully took off its lid. It was rusted over as it had been. buried under the ground for a long time. So, it was pretty hard to open. He had to forcefully break the edge open to uncover the box. He anxiously looked into the box. There was a female sweater covering something; the sweater was in bad shape, and it was even stained with blood. 

The sweater was big enough to cover the whole thing. The moment he touched the sweater, he froze immediately. He dared not open any further.. It was early fall, and the weather was getting colder. Yet he was sweating profusely. He pursed his lips, closed his eyes and pulled away the clothing in one swift motion.. 

The bodyguards had left him alone. They were smoking cigarettes while waiting for him in a corner. None of them dared to leave, even though they did not know when Mr. Nathaniel would be done with the digging. As far as they were concerned, this was not a common place for anyone to stay for too long.