Chapter 13 Britney’s Infertility Report
Gavin scrolled through the group messages.
“And she changed her number? Could it be her in–laws harassing her?”
“How dare he! Believe it or not. I’ll wipe out his entire family!”
Finished
Cool it bro. Nowadays, sending gangsters to beat people up is so old school. Let me crush the family with money instead!”
“Save it. guys. This is the era of technology. Why not use my latest poison gas research to finish them off more efficiently?”
“Sigh. I opposed marrying that degenerate the most back then. Being the Lawson family’s daughter–in–law is nothing compared to being our beloved godsister.”
“Gavin, hurry up and say something. You’re the only one in Tornham
What’s happening to Natalie?”
Gavin didn’t know what to type.
Natalie glanced at Gavin’s phone and immediately understood what was going on. “Wait until I get the divorce certificate before telling them!”
Gavin nodded. Just as he was about to close the group chat, a long–inactive chat member suddenly uploaded a transfer receipt.
Gavin read the amount. One hundred thousand! Damn! Donald sure is loaded. How exciting!
Natalie cleared her throat, picked up Gavin’s phone, and sent a voice message, Donald, thank you for the money. Next time. please message me directly. And for the rest of you guys, my old number had some issues. Don’t overreact. Get some rest early and stay healthy!”
Donald responded with a text message. “Gavin’s unreliable. Should I come over and meet you?”
The group immediately erupted in opposition.
“Donald, you earn millions in a single day. Stay at your workstation and keep making money. I’m the most suitable to accompany Natalie. Natalie, I just won the national pageant. I can help you relax anytime.”
“Natalie, I just happened to have a case in Tornham
What a coincidence!”
Pretending not to see the messages, Natalie sent Gavin out and pointed at the two guest rooms. She told Steven to choose one, and then turned toward the bathroom for a shower.
In the bathtub, Natalie looked at the striking purple bruise on her thigh and found it especially ironic. She hadn’t slept with Hubert during their two–year marriage, but now that they were divorced, they ended up having that kind of relationship. She had once drunkenly sneaked into his room, only to be mercilessly kicked out of bed by him
He had said, “Natalie, do you think you can climb into my bed anytime? If you want to have my child, don’t even dream of it in this lifetime! Other than getting to be Mrs. Lawson, don’t expect anything else from me!”
Natalie picked up the showerhead and let the water pour down over her head. Well now I’m not even Mrs. Lawson anymore…
Blow–drying her hair halfway, Natalie wrapped herself in a bathrobe, sat on the bed, and dialled a number
Quentin Chance had just stepped out of the operating theater when he received Natalie’s call
“You’re back home?” Natalie asked.
Quentin replied. “Yeah. Just finished surgery. What’s un. I
Natalie?”
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“Okay, give me a few minutes.”
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“Also, I’ll send you a patient’s details. Find some time to check up o
on her. She’s seriously ill.”
Quentin was puzzled about why Natalie suddenly wanted Britney’s previous reports when a phone notification slid across his screen. It read. “Breaking! High Society Scandal! Lawson Group CEO Hubert Lawson rekindles romance with first love, who is rumored to be pregnant. Ex–wife pushes her into the lake, causing a miscarriage. Natalie Miller’s high–society dream is shattered in an instant.”
Quentin scrolled through the comment section. The first comment he saw read, “My goodness, high society is such a mess with mistresses and affairs everywhere.”
