Turning Of The Tide

Chapter 75

After Natalie had left. Gage, the butler, brought a glass of milk to Theo in his study.

“Mr. Theo, it was already 8:30 in the evening. Please, drink this glass of milk and go to bed early. Gage suggested. “Normally, you would already be in bed by this time. Are Mr. Wilson’s affairs troubling you?” he added, handing the glass of milk to Theo.

Theo furrowed his wrinkled brow and sighed, reflecting on his disappointment. “Ah, Trevon was so disappointing. I had handed everything to him on a silver platter, and yet he couldn’t handle it properly,” he lamented

Gage grew even more puzzled. “If Mr. Theo was unwilling to let go of Mrs. Wilson, why did he agree so quickly in the evening and rush to proceed with the divorce?” he wondered.

Theo took a sip of his milk and grumbled discontentedly. “Hmph, if I don’t take drastic measures, will we end up witnessing him chasing after his wife?”

Gage chuckled upon hearing that, acknowledging Theo’s wisdom. “Indeed, old habits die hard,” he silently chucked. Night descended, painting the sky with shimmering stars while the moonlight gently embraced the bustling streets.

With two suitcases in tow, a captivating woman racing through the streets of Athana on her motorbike, all eyes were drawn to her remarkable presence. Heads turned wherever she went, capturing one hundred percent of the gaze.

The bike stopped at the gas station, instantly grabbing the attention of nearby vehicles waiting to refuel.

The drivers understood they might not possess a fragile hearts, but they needed fuel in their vehicles.

As Natalie observed the lively pedestrians and the ceaseless flow of cars in the streets of Athana, she noticed the gas station brimming with people. A slight tightness gripped her chest, but she summoned the courage to press onward with her decision already made. Once the bow was drawn, there could be no turning back.

Joy and sorrow, parting and reunion, all intertwined with emotions, define the human experience. Without these emotions. separation alone would persist, rendering the word “grief obsolete.

Positioned at the rear of the line, Frank’s attention was caught by the motorcycle ahead.

Standing with one leg on the ground, the girl patiently awaited her turn to refuel. However, the suitcases positioned behind her intrigued Frank…

Upon arrival at Evergreen Gardens, Natalie parked her car beside the greenbelt adjacent to Edward’s building.

Balancing the two suitcases, Natalie entered the suite, instantly noticing two pairs of women’s slippers arranged neatly on

the shoe rack.

Pondering to herself. “It’s quite surprising. Could Sherri be the one who purchased them? But that seems unlikely; she isn’t that thoughtful. Well, I’ll wear them for now.”

Natalie settled her belongings in the guest room, where meticulously spread bedsheets awaited her.

table, numerous packets of noodles and durian, accompanied by a nearby sticky note. Intrigued, she approached and picked up the sticky note,

a smile graced Natalie’s face. “Indeed, Edward understood her better than anyone. Their bond of friendship surpassed even blood ties!”

to sort things out before sharing the news of

Edward,

she landed another 8,000 dollars to Edward. Earlier, Natalie checked the rental information and discovered that this Athana house, which was nestled in an upscale residential area, was priced at 4,000

rs per month.

Edward received the money and replied joyfully, saying, “That’s a

a photo of the divorce certificate for Sherri. Attached to the

free!”

call came through, and Sherri’s face lit up with excitement. After scanning the surroundings, her excitement grew even more. “Oh my goodness, Natalie, you’ve already settled into Edward’s apartment! I’m

ended as the words

helpless. Natalie realized that Sherri was always impulsive

excitement and eagerly awaited the whole story.

photo to Hackett along with a voice message. She said, “Tell Mr. Wilson that it’s Natalie who no longer wants him, not the other way around. Let him protect that conniving woman, Mia, and let them

not even worth a second thought. That scumbag. that pitiful excuse for a man.

seat. He had been sitting next to his mother, Joy.

didn’t progress further, Joy, his mother, had been brainstorming ways to keep him socially engaged. Whenever Hackett had free time,

He had effectively become a member of the Women’s Association, actively participating in their

were driving Hackett crazy. She had a clear objective: to pressure him into

“What’s with all the dilly-dallying? What are

his head and explained. “Sorry, aunties. I have an urgent matter to attend to. I need to make a

sure to come back once you’re done.”

it,” he replied

and instead of calling Trevon directly, he dialed

responded coolly. Where do you think

Club in your portfolio.

impatiently replied. “Just tell me

got some explosive news. Are you

of silence followed before a composed voice came from the other end, “Did Mr. Wilson have a fight or has he already divorced?”

there anything else I can sell? Is this news really not valuable, or is Mr.

a word, and Frank wasted. time ending the

a motorbike. Clearly, she had packed all her belongings,

plausible explanation was that they had indeed divorced. A simple argument