Turning Of The Tide

Chapter 69

The private room was a complete mess, with everything that could be smashed now lying in ruins,

Refusing to be defeated, Mia retrieved her phone and swiftly dialed Natalie’s number With a mischievous glint, she could not resist yelling. “Aren’t you curious to know who was behind the incident where you were drugged at the Foster family?”

There was silence on the other end, indicating that Natalie was listening. Mia felt a sense of triumph and continued to provoke her, “It was me. Aren’t you surprised? Do you want to know if Mr. Wilson is aware of it? Well, let me tell you, not only does he know, but he even had someone send me the information to keep it safe. You see, he didn’t want you to find out. Why do you think you have the right to compete with me? Just because you think you’re Mr. Wilson’s woman? Would he allow me to drug you if he truly liked you?”

With her objective achieved, Mia felt great satisfaction, and her mood significantly lifted.

As the call ended, Natalie’s complexion turned ashen, a wave of unease washing over her. Her chest tightened, making it difficult to draw a steady breath. Tears threatened to spill from her eyes, and she fought to hold them back.

Sensing Natalie’s distress, Sherri swiftly located a nearby parking spot and unfastened her seatbelt. Leaning closer, she looked at Natalie with genuine concern and asked, “Natalie, what happened? Who was on the phone?”

Sherri pondered, “Natalie is a strong woman. Besides Mr. Foster’s passing, no one had made Natalie lose her cool like this. She is clearly trying her best to suppress her emotions!”

After a moment of silence, Natalie turned her head and looked at Sherri with her bloodshot eyes as she asked, “Sherri… do you know who is responsible for drugging us at the Foster family?”

Sherri shook her head; she genuinely did not know. It would have caused a major rift if she had known, especially considering her

involvement with Hackett Blackwell.

In a trembling voice, Natalie whispered, “It was Mia Blackwell”

“That woman is utterly despicable! Is she completely unhinged? I am going to find her,” Sherri exclaimed as fury surged through her veins. She unlocked the car, readying herself to step out, but Natalie swiftly grasped her arm, preventing her from leaving.

In a muted voice, Natalie pleaded, “Don’t go. Trevon Wilson is determined to protect her. What could you possibly do to her?”

Sherri rose her voice, “What? Trevon Wilson not only knows about it but is actively protecting her. This is unacceptable! I don’t care if he’s Mr. Wilson or Mr. Theo. We cannot simply let this go. We must hold that woman accountable. Natalie, you wouldn’t let her escape unscathed, will you?”

lives, she

drawing solace from its calming presence. Returning to Sherri, she asked, “Does Mia happen to be Trevon’s love

response to Natalie’s

mood, Sherri observed that it was particularly pronounced that day. She responded, “I can’t say whether Mia is considered a romantic interest, but… she happens to be Mr. Wilson’s ex-girlfriend.”

fiercely protective of her. That explains how she accessed Trevon’s phone and effortlessly examined the chat history. It

Natalie. The realization pierced through her as she comprehended the depth of the betrayal. Her supposedly devoted husband had been aware of his ex-girlfriend’s role in the drugging incident, yet he willingly relinquished the evidence into her

him to fear? Is he concerned that I will bully his precious darling? How devoted is

asked carefully, “Natalie, are

could fathom for her friend’s deep distress. Otherwise, why would Natalie be so upset by Trevon’s betrayal? Natalie would not have reacted if she were not concerned about Trevon’s relationship with another woman. She

matters of love, it is often said that the one who falls first is the one who suffers

lost her cool. However, the profound sense of heartbreak

chosen for her

anticipated the profound devastation coursing through her veins. It seemed as though her husband, in collaboration with his mistress, had orchestrated a cruel conspiracy against her. It felt surreal as if her life had been transplanted into a dramatic television series

a wry smile and mused, “How absurd. I never anticipated developing any feelings for him. Perhaps it’s because I lack

things clearly, I can cut my losses in time. I’m not at a complete loss. The only aspect that troubles me is that my grandfather arranged this marriage. He had only wanted me to find happiness, but it seems this union is shaping up to be an even greater disappointment than my mother’s. I can only apologize to my grandfather for failing to live up to

here with you, and we should never settle for any scumbag. Natalie, you deserve someone far better. Your world will be imbued with beauty once you distance yourself from these toxic relationships. In just over a month, you will blossom into a radiant

words, playfully patting Sherri on the shoulder. Stepping out of Sherri’s embrace, she teased, “What’s gotten into you? Do you think I’m some beauty wandering around Athana in endless circles? Why not claim I’ve circled the entire Earth while you’re at it? Besides, aren’t

obvious truth? If you truly decide not to marry, I’ll be right

go for pizza!” Natalie

glanced at her best friend and, seeing that Natalie’s

was hardly surprising, considering his handsome appearance and well-built physique aligned perfectly with a woman’s aesthetic. This allure proved irresistible for Natalie, who had not been exposed to many men before. Moreover, the significant amount of time they spent together day after day only deepened and intensified those

does not necessarily determine the development of feelings. Some individuals can spend years. together without forming any emotional connection, while others can instantly and profoundly bond from

subjective, transcending rigid timelines or predetermined sequences. Guided by

that depicted various types of love,

of intimacy, including assisting Natalie with changing clothes and sharing meals, and recently, they even engaged in a physical relationship. The first time is important for a woman, and Mr. Wilson

quietly sighed while carefully analyzing the