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.

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.

her better than anyone.

sort things out before sharing the news of the divorce papers

messaged Edward,

checked the rental information and discovered that this Athana house, which was nestled in an

rs per month.

joyfully, saying, “That’s a great return. Thank you!” Natalie responded, “Thank you, landlord!”

a photo of the divorce certificate for Sherri. Attached to the picture, she wrote, “Sherri, I’m finally

free!”

grew even more. “Oh my goodness, Natalie, you’ve already settled into

abruptly ended as the

helpless. Natalie realized that Sherri was always impulsive and unpredictable. On

her excitement and eagerly awaited the whole story.

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.

her best friend was not even worth a second thought. That scumbag. that

seat. He had been sitting next to his

socially engaged. Whenever Hackett had free time, she would take him to socialize with women, enjoy coffee together, or

met almost all the mothers in the circle. He had effectively become a member of the Women’s

to pressure him into bringing a serious girlfriend home and becoming a

and glared at him, saying. “What’s with all

his head and explained. “Sorry, aunties. I have an urgent matter

adding, “Make sure

it,” he

instead of calling Trevon directly, he dialed Frank’s number.

do you think I am

Club in your portfolio. Why are you always holed up there?”

replied. “Just tell

and spoke hushedly. “Tve got some explosive news. Are you interested? 1 guarantee

followed before a composed voice came from the other end, “Did Mr. Wilson have

silent for a moment, feeling disappointed. He thought, “Is there anything else I can sell? Is this news really not valuable, or is Mr.

a word, and Frank wasted. time ending the call without

on a motorbike. Clearly, she had packed all

only plausible explanation was that they had indeed divorced. A simple argument wouldn’t have led