Natalie looked up at Mrs. Spencer Sr. with a cool, detached smile. "Madam Spencer, I was the one who broke his hands, so it''s only right that I fix them. If his bones aren''t set within ten minutes, he''ll be permanently crippled."


    Mrs. Spencer Sr. froze. You could have led with that! I wouldn''t have stopped you. Her grandson had his good qualities, but his intense hatred for maniptive women had led him to treat Natalie this way. Today''s lesson, she thought, would teach him some much-needed discernment.


    Marshall paused, his body still trembling with pain. His hands could be fixed? He remained silent, staring at Natalie, the pain so intense he could barely breathe. He could feel the powerlessness in his hands. If he was truly crippled, he would rather die.


    Natalie gently felt along the bones in his wrist, her expression calm and focused. With a sharp crack, she set the bone back in ce. She did the same with the other hand.


    Her skill left everyone in the room dumbfounded, their skin crawling. This Natalie was a madwoman. She had been given a golden opportunity to align herself with a powerful family, a chance at a lifetime of wealth and luxury, and instead, she chose to make an enemy of Marshall Spencer.


    Marshall flexed his hands. They were sore, but he could feel strength returning to them. "Wow... holy crap, it''s amazing. I can feel my hands again!" he eximed, rubbing his wrists. With his swollen, bruised face, his joyful grin looked somewhat terrifying.


    Natalie stood up, her gaze falling on the stunned Joanna. "Joanna, now might be a good time to start begging Marshall to spare you. After all, he went through all this because of you."


    A murderous glint


    shed in


    Joanna''s eyes. She wanted to tear Natalie to shreds. No, this has to be a dream. Everything was supposed to be under her control. How had it all been turned on its head? Where did Natalie get that video? ording to her timeline, Mrs Spencer Sr. shouldn''t have been able to wake up yet.


    Natalie paid her no mind and walked gracefully over to the matriarch. She leaned in and spoke in a low voice "Madam Spencer, I apologize for my actions tonight, but if I hadn''t done this, your grandson would have been ruined far more thoroughly in the future. We were both poisoned with the same drug. I developed the antidote, but you have ess to the poison''sponents. Find out who purchased it, and you''ll find you culprit. The person behind this is after your entire family fortune. As for who it is, you''ll have to discover that for yourself."


    Mrs. Spencer Sr.''s eyes narrowed in gratitude. "Ms. Sanders, I am truly indebted


    to you. If you ever need anything, you must let me know." Natalie''s courage and


    decisiveness had earned her deep respect.


    Natalie smiled faintly. She wanted


    nothing to do with the Spencer family. In the future, Joanna''s brother would seize theirpany, and Marshall would die a horrible death. Only in his final moments would he learn that Joanna, the Woman He had so carefully protected, was the true demon. By then, it would be toote.


    With a final, cool nce, Natalie turned and walked away.


    As she reached the ballroom exit, Sebastian blocked her path. Natalie''s brow furrowed.


    "Natalie, we need to talk," he said, his voice deep and serious.


    Sheughed coldly. "Talk about what, Sebastian? I finally understand. Falling in love with you was the beginning of my own destruction. I will never love you again. From now on, I''m going to love myself. Now, get out of my way."