The President’s Mistake A Tale of Love and Regret novel Chapter 505

Freya stood quietly outside the door, peering through the glass at the man seated on the sofa inside. This was the same man who had once elevated her to the heavens and then, just as cruelly, cast her down into hell.

She slowly lifted her hand, forming a half-fist, and gently knocked on the door.

"Come in!" Nathaniel’s voice was gruff, and he didn't lift his head, his mood still dark. For days, he had remained sullen; even the doctor who tended to his wounds seemed to keep his distance.

Freya's recent actions had left Nathaniel in a deeply somber state. He was absorbed in his laptop, tracking the Hill family’s stock market performance.

Despite his previous reluctance to act against Michael due to their past, their relationship had deteriorated completely after Abigail’s incident.

Although Nathaniel had chosen not to annihilate Michael entirely, honoring some of their old bond, the actions of the Hill family had left him deeply disheartened.

He had thought it was just a nurse coming in to check his temperature, and he kept his eyes glued to the screen. The collaboration between the Morgan family and the Lloyds against the Hill family was beginning to unfold.

Nathaniel knew that Alexander would exploit any chance to attack. As Nathaniel began his own strike against the Hill family, the Lloyds had already seized the opportunity to capture territory in Saeville.

Despite his frustration, Nathaniel saw Alexander's role as beneficial, at least in keeping his troublesome brother in check. They had common interests in dealing with Sawyer.

Nathaniel took a breath, suddenly realizing that the nurse today seemed unusually quiet. Just as he was about to react, he saw Freya standing in the doorway.

The sight made his laptop slip off his lap, and in his attempt to catch it, he bumped his forehead painfully against the table in front of the sofa, leaving him momentarily dazed.

Freya cleared her throat. “I came to see how you're doing. Are you okay?”

“Thank you for saving me,” she said, presenting a bouquet of flowers she had been holding behind her. The bouquet, filled with bright baby’s breath and a few cheerful daisies, added a touch of liveliness to the room.

The flowers brought a brief moment of warmth to Nathaniel’s heart, much like the daisies. Despite this, his lingering frustration with Freya remained evident.

The divorce agreement was putting a serious strain on their relationship, and Nathaniel still wasn't sure if Freya had married him out of revenge against Abigail or because she genuinely loved him.

Nathaniel didn't take the flowers Freya offered. Instead, he slowly bent down to pick up his fallen laptop from the floor and placed it back on the table.

He then resumed his focus on the computer screen. Freya frowned slightly and moved to a nearby high table to retrieve a vase.

The hospital had excellent facilities, including a dedicated vase for flowers.

Freya arranged the bouquet in the vase and then stood in front of Nathaniel.

Nathaniel kept his head down, feeling that sometimes women needed a reality check.

He continued working on his laptop, though his fingers had become stiff from stress. His heart raced, and his wounds were aggravated, causing him discomfort.

Freya interpreted his avoidance as a sign of his displeasure with her, and she inwardly mocked the situation.

Luna, being beautiful and Nathaniel’s childhood friend, seemed like a normal attachment for him.

If Nathaniel was already dissatisfied with her, discussing further matters should be simpler.

“Nathaniel, I need to talk to you!”

Nathaniel’s hands frozen, and he didn’t respond.

Freya pursed her lips and spoke quietly, “Have you seen the divorce agreement?”