BuzzNovelChapter 1421: Reaching out, Nate took the hand Corrine had rested on his shoulder and asked, "Why did you cback?" A flicker of hesitation passed through Corrine's eyes before she answered evenly, "I forgot a document I needed." Nate nodded absently, pressing his lips to her hand. “I'll pick you up after work." "Alright." Corrine gave Nate's hand a gentle squeeze and, with her free hand, softly traced the contours of his face. "Bryant said a lot tothat day. He even offered a deal—if I agree..." to his terms, he promised to reveal everything he knows." "What else did he say?" Nate asked.
Studying his expression carefully, Corrine chose her next words with deliberate precision. "He also brought up a Mrs. Powell who-" A shrill ring from a phone cut her words short.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtBoth Corrine and Nate turned toward the phone on the table. Corrine felt her breath catch when she saw the caller ID displaying "Mrs. Powell" in glowing letters.
Nate's jaw visibly tightened, a cold hardness settling over his dark eyes. He swallowed once, cast Corrine a meaningful glance, and reached for the phone.
The moment he answered, a harsh voice sliced through the receiver. "Nate, if anything happens to your brother, I swear I'll make you pay with your life!" The phone's privacy settings did little to soften the sharp edge in Scarlette Powell's voice. Every word that cthrough felt like poison-tipped darts piercing Corrine.
Each word dripped with a loathing that suggested Nate had committed sunforgivable act.
Brother...
Why had Corrine never once heard that Nate had a brother? Nate stood motionless. His piercing eyes caught the light like jagged ice, and his words surfaced from a place so cold it seemed carved out of winter itself. "Scarlette Powell, you're so obsessed with your stepson you could be the face of stepmother devotion worldwide." Though his voice remained calm, the disdain beneath it was unmistakable.
"At least he treatsas his mother. He never dares cross me. But you? Have you ever once treatedas your real mother all these years? If I had known you'd turn out like this, I would've choked the life out of you myself!" Scarlette's rage was unrelenting, each word a whip aimed at Nate's soul.
Words carry the power to heal or to harm. They can ignite egurage on cut so deeply that the pain feels unbearable.
Corrine couldn't fathom the depth of Scarlette's hatred toward Nate m Gently, she extended her hand and wrapped it around his. Momentarily startled, Nate glanced at her.
His stare-distant, clinical, like someone inspecting something long dead-shifted slightly when their eyes met.
He swallowed once, barely noticeable, then turned back to the window. His expression flattened. When he spoke, his voice felt like it had been dragged through ice. "Shyou didn't go through with it back then."
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