Turning Of The Tide (Natalie and Trevon) novel 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?"

Sherri never viewed her best friend as someone who would back down in the face of bullies. Throughout their lives, she recognized Natalie as a person who would never hesitate to seek retribution for any wrongdoing inflicted upon her.

Natalie gathered her composure, carefully navigating her delicate emotions. She shifted her gaze to the tranquil scenery outside, drawing solace from its calming presence. Returning to Sherri, she asked, "Does Mia happen to be Trevon's love interest?"

Instead of offering an immediate response to Natalie's question, Sherri countered with her own.

Sensing Natalie's somber 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."

Natalie nodded understanding and pondered, "No wonder he's fiercely protective of her. That explains how she accessed Trevon's phone and effortlessly examined the chat history. It also clarifies how she could send me a screenshot of my message!"

At this moment, the weight of heartache settled upon 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 hands.

Natalie contemplated, "What is there for him to fear? Is he concerned that I will bully his precious darling? How devoted is he!"

Sherri looked at her dejected friend and asked carefully, "Natalie, are you... in love with Mr. Wilson?"

That seemed to be the sole explanation that Sherri 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 might have stated, "It's none of my business."

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

Natalie knew that she had lost her cool. However, the profound sense of heartbreak and distress was inevitable as this marriage had been chosen for her by her grandfather.

She felt like a complete failure. Despite mentally bracing for an amicable divorce, she never 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 unfolding before her bewildered eyes.

Natalie went over everything in her mind with a wry smile and mused, "How absurd. I never anticipated developing any feelings for him. Perhaps it's because I lack much experience with men."

Noticing Sherri's surprise, Natalie continued with her self-deprecation. "Don't give me that look. Please, don't worry. I'm perfectly fine," she assured, masking any hint of vulnerability. "I haven't fallen in love with him. At most, it's just a fleeting fondness. Now that I see 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 his well-intentioned efforts."

Revealing a glimmer of coldness, the man's deep pupils shifted towards Jim, who sat across from him. He inquired, "Is the news still trending?"

"Are you referring to the trending topics about you and Miss Mia? Yes, they're still trending. Do you want them taken down?" Jim carefully asked.

After a minute had passed, Trevon cleared his throat and posed the question, "Has she sent you any messages?"

A little confused, Jim clarified, "Who?"

Trevon chose not to dignify the foolish question with a response. Instead, he cast a disdainful glance, leaving the other person to interpret it for themselves.

Fortunately, Jim was not oblivious and swiftly grasped the underlying significance of the look. "Ah, you're referring to Mrs. Wilson? Let me check," he promptly offered.

Muttering to himself, he unlocked his phone to check. "No, she hasn't. Mrs. Wilson didn't send me any messages today," he confirmed.

The man's face darkened, and he cast an unfriendly gaze upon Jim. "Do you frequently exchange messages with her?" he inquired.

Jim quickly replied, "No, absolutely not. How could that be? I always seek your approval before responding to Mrs. Wilson."

With a softened tone, the man instructed, "Alright, you may leave."

Jim Hawk pondered silently, "So Mr. Wilson is waiting for a message from Mrs. Wilson? He's quite stubborn. Why doesn't he take the initiative and message her himself? Does it always have to be Mrs. Wilson initiating the conversation?"

As Jim was about to depart, the man interjected, "Remove the trending topics. Clear them entirely."

"Okay," Jim replied. However, this time he intentionally delayed action, purposefully taking half an hour to remove the news.