Feel the Way You Feel, My Love

When the person at the other end of the line agreed, Stanley let out a devious smile before ending the call. He then chucked his phone by the side.

He wasn’t going to allow anyone to harm Nat. Anyone who did so would be severely punished, including the woman who wanted to take Nat’s life. He swore to make her suffer miserably for her actions.

He was the only one allowed to bully Nat. Sooner or later, he endeavored to make Nat his obedient puppet, someone that will acquiesce to him her entire life.

Oblivious to Stanley’s machinations, Natalie led the children to a car stopped by the roadside.

Natalie opened it and ushered the children into the car.

The moment they got in, they noticed Shane and called out warmly, “Mr. Shane.”

Shane acknowledged them with a gentle grunt.

Opening the front passenger’s seat door, Natalie entered and put on her seatbelt. She turned to the back and looked at the kids. “Alright now, both of you. Sit tight as Mr. Shane will be driving us.”

Both children sat obediently

drove them to the police station and it took

watch the children, she entered the police

so, she thought of heading to the interrogation room to check on

heard Susan’s terrified sobs. “Darling, please think of a way

voice rang out as he banged his hands on the table. “Why don’t you

did plagiarize. However, a large portion of the money she earned was used by you to save Smith Group. Why didn’t you complain about her plagiarism then? Instead, you make snide remarks when I’m pleading with you to save your daughter. Can you honestly still call yourself her father?” Susan screamed

tightly. Staying silent, no one

the room, Natalie snorted in

walk in on them

a loving couple. But now, she realized

fingers. “How can you accuse me of not being a proper dad? Do you think that I don’t want her saved? I’m actually powerless to do so. It would have been easier if she had plagiarized some small-time designers. I would still have been able to do something about it. But,

what? Aren’t they just some lousy designers too?” Susan retorted