Natalie exined as she drove, holding nothing back this time.


    She didn''t want to shortchange herself anymore. She had done the work, and she wanted Sebastian to know it.


    Why should she keep silent about her own aplishments?


    It was all her work. Why let a woman like Joanna take the credit?


    "You know, sometimes I think you people are incredibly foolish," she said. "You judged me from the start. I was always on the defensive, yet you med me for everything. So, do you understand now why I insist on a divorce? The chasm between us is filled with too many things to ever be bridged."


    Natalie was trying tomunicate with him calmly.


    She had no intention of seeking revenge on Sebastian; she wasn''t that tired of living.


    On this point, Sebastian had no grounds to argue.


    Seeing his silence, Natalie dered with a flourish, "Sebastian, from now on, I''d rather break a man''s heart than let one break mine."


    "So, just ept your exit gracefully and go live happily ever after with your first love."


    Sebastian watched her bright, carefree smile. She had truly let go.


    His face remained grim, and he said nothing more.


    When the car pulled up in front of the Spencer family vi, his expression darkened. “Natalie, you rushed out in the middle of the night just to see Marshall?”


    Natalie nodded. "Yes. Mrs. Spencer Sr. said Marshall had a nightmare and it scared him, so she asked me toe check on him."


    Sebastian was incredulous.


    His eyes zed with anger. The esteemed young master of the Spencer family, frightened by a nightmare he had himself?


    He didn''t believe it for a second.


    Natalie opened her door and got out. Sebastian quickly did the same, following her inside.


    "Aah! Aah!" The moment Natalie stepped into the vi, she heard Marshall''s frantic screams.


    The sound startled her. What on earth was going on?


    "Mrs. Spencer Sr., Marshall is..."


    Mrs. Spencer Sr. was in tears. She shook her head and said, "Natalie, I don''t know what happened. He was sleeping, and then suddenly he started screaming. He won''t open the door, and he keeps shouting for you."


    “Grandma, I''ll go up and see,” Natalie said.


    Mrs. Spencer Sr., still in her pajamas, breathed a sigh of relief at Natalie''s arrival.


    Natalie hurried upstairs with Sebastian right behind her.


    She found Marshall''s room and knocked. "Marshall, it''s Natalie. Can you open the door?"


    The screaming inside stopped. Natalie knocked again. "Marshall, can you please open the door?"


    Suddenly, the door swung open, revealing Marshall in light gray pajamas, looking like he was about to copse.


    "Natalie, you''re here." He threw his arms around her, holding her tight.


    Sebastian, who had followed her, froze, his face hardening as he watched Marshall''s tear-streaked face.


    What kind of man was this?


    Using tears to get a woman''s attention.


    Natalie patted his back soothingly. "Marshall, it''s okay. Nothing''s going to happen. You''re going to be okay."


    Marshall managed a weak smile. “I


    know. You saved me. I know you did. If it wasnt for you, do you know


    what


    at would have happened to me? think.. I think I died today. Waaaaah..."


    Marshall broke down, his sobs raw and heart-wrenching.


    Natalie froze, suppressing the shock that jolted through her. This was strange Logically, even if Marshall dreamed about his past life be shouldn''t be this tormented.


    Was his agony a sign that his memories held other secrets?