Was Natalie really giving up on him?


    Sebastian couldn''t ept it. The girl whose eyes used to be filled with nothing but him-could she just stop loving him like that?


    He felt an overwhelming sense of frustration. And then there was Matthew. Was that man really so great in her eyes? What was so special about him that she would praise him like that?


    Hmph. Natalie, you will always be my wife.


    On the drive home, all Sebastian could see was Natalie''s radiant expression, her clear, earnest eyes full of love for him.


    The scene shifted to that afternoon, to her uncontroble pain, and then to the confrontation at the Scott estate. It turned out to be nothing more than a show directed and staged by Joanna.


    So, did that mean all the previous times Joanna had imed Natalie was scheming against her... were all lies?


    A bleak emptiness settled over Sebastian. He was afraid he was about to lose Natalie for good.


    He looked at his driver. "Sean, still no luck finding where Natalie lives?"


    Sean shook his head. "No, sir. The men we sent couldn''t track her. They lose her every time."


    Serves you right, Sean thought. He had witnessed the entire fiasco tonight. Joanna was truly evil. To push out the real heiress and enjoy the Scott family''s wealth for herself, she would stop at nothing.


    It was a ssic case of the bystander seeing things more clearly. They could all see Joanna''s true character. But Sebastian, blinded by love, could not.


    Sean turned on the radio, deliberately tuning it to an audiobook station.


    By a stroke of sheer coincidence, the program was titled, The Real Heiress Returns, and the Fake Heiress Panics.


    The story was about a fake heiress who, fearing the real heiress would take everything from her, framed her repeatedly until the real heiress was kicked out by her own parents...


    Sebastian froze.


    Sean nced in the rearview mirror, saw Sebastian''s grim face, and quickly turned the radio off. He was just as stunned by the coincidence.


    Sebastian was lost in thought, his lips pressed into a tight line, unable to speak.


    ...


    At the Scott estate, Joanna and Nathan watched the two thugs leave through the back door.


    When they returned inside, Joanna didn''t see her mother and grew anxious. "Dad, where''s Mom?"


    She was afraid her mother would stop trusting her after this.


    Nathan''s expression was dark. "Probably upstairs."


    Joanna didn''t forget about the tonic. "Dad, the tonic has to be taken every day to work. Hurry up and heat it, then take it to her. Oncesshe develops dementia, we''ll be able to get what we want soon."


    Nathan nodded. "Okay. First thing tomorrow morning, you go find Sebastian Fell him you have no idea what happened today me everything on Natalie. He''s alwa trusted you. As long as you soothe his ego, he''ll continue to trust you."


    "Dad, don''t worry about Sebastian. No matter what I do, he''ll always forgive me," Joanna said withplete confidence.


    Nathan was relieved. "Good. I''ll go prepare the tonic. Another half a month of this, and she''ll slowly start showing signs of dementia."


    Joanna smiled. "Dad, my mother has been waiting for this day for over twenty years. Don''t let her down again."


    Nathan ruffled her hair. "Don''t worry. Our family will be happy together."


    Joanna went to her room to rest, and Nathan headed to the kitchen.


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