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.

the essential daily necessities readily available. The refrigerator stood stocked with groceries, and on the dining table, numerous packets of noodles and durian, accompanied by a nearby sticky note. Intrigued, she approached and picked up the sticky note, which read, “You love indulging in these, but don’t overdo it. Enjoy them occasionally. I’ve taken care of everything for you. Rest

face. “Indeed, Edward understood her better than anyone. Their bond of

before sharing the news of the divorce papers with

Edward, expressing

discovered that this Athana house, which was nestled in an

rs per month.

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

for Sherri.

free!”

excitement. After scanning the surroundings, her excitement grew even more. “Oh my goodness, Natalie, you’ve already settled into Edward’s apartment! I’m joining you soon! Wait for

abruptly ended as the words faded, leaving Natalie speechless.

Natalie realized that Sherri was always impulsive

whole story. The gossip was just too irresistible!

moment she thought of it, she forwarded the 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

her best friend was not even worth a

seat. He had been sitting next to his

socially engaged. Whenever Hackett had free time,

days, Hackett had met almost all the mothers in the circle. He had effectively become a

a clear objective: to pressure him into bringing

him, saying. “What’s with all the dilly-dallying?

“Sorry, aunties. I have an urgent matter to attend to. I need to

sure to come back once

he replied

of calling Trevon directly, he dialed Frank’s number. “Hey, where are you?” he asked.

coolly. Where do you think I am

in your

impatiently replied. “Just tell me what you want

around and spoke hushedly. “Tve got some explosive news. Are you interested? 1 guarantee it’ll blow your mind”

the other end, “Did Mr. Wilson have a fight or has

I can sell? Is this news really not valuable, or is Mr. Wilson no longer marketable? The news of Mr. Wilson’s divorce seems to have

didn’t utter a word, and Frank wasted. time ending the call without courtesy

a motorbike. Clearly,

indeed divorced. A simple argument wouldn’t have led to such a drastic step of