Chapter 488

Moredom Complex was a luxurious neighborhood well-known in Jipsburg, home to prominent figures in various industries. Natalie owned a house there, a gift from her parents before her marriage. She’d almost forgotten about it until Annabelle reminded her. They couldn't have entered without residing there; they hadn't notified the guardhouse of visitors. However, Natalie verified her residency and joined Annabelle.

Instead of going inside, they sat in the shade of two trees, out of sight. Natalie looked pale; she hadn't slept. Though calmer than before, she was still distraught. Skylar, also sleep-deprived, was deeply concerned, understanding betrayal firsthand. She'd been hurt so badly in the past that she no longer believed in love. Despite her feelings for Joe, she wouldn't rush into another relationship. Jeremy's infidelity, if true, shattered her belief in everlasting love and loyalty. She was grateful her relationship with Joe was solely cohabitation; love wasn't a factor.

Natalie forced a strained smile. "Do you see those two men?" she asked Skylar, aware her smile looked awful but finished with crying.

"Yeah," Skylar replied, glancing at the two men by the door. They didn't appear to be local residents; their sharp gaze suggested alertness. "I know them. They're Jeremy's bodyguards. Their presence here means he's very concerned about Annabelle—terrified she'll have an abortion." Natalie's tone was detached.

Skylar squeezed Natalie's hand. "Why don't we leave?" she suggested. The bodyguards were proof of Jeremy's infidelity; there was no reason to stay.

Natalie shook her head. "Let's wait. Maybe he'll come looking for Annabelle, out of concern for her and the baby." She needed to see it for herself, to extinguish any lingering hope. Skylar nodded.

Annabelle, too, had been awake all night, waiting in vain for Natalie to act. She'd attempted to escape but was thwarted by the bodyguards.

Annabelle's furious messages to Natalie began flooding in: "Natalie, I'm so disappointed! Jeremy said you wouldn't let anything come between you. You've seen the pictures and videos, yet you won't let go! He was wrong about you. What's the difference between you and?"

Then, Annabelle’s own messages continued: “Jeremy, I don’t believe you feel nothing for me. You’re aborting your own child. No. I have to come up with a plan. I can’t let this child go.” She still had a chance, as long as she hadn’t reached the operating table.

The barrage continued: "You're more generous than I imagined. Are you going to turn a blind eye? Are you planning to let Jeremy support me on the side? Would you like to wait all night for him in an empty house? Have you seen how wild Jeremy gets in bed? You haven't, have you? We're amazing together. Our child was conceived on one of those nights. Are you sure you want to stay with a man who doesn't belong to you?"

The messages went unanswered, lost like raindrops in the sea.