Marshall shook his head. "He was wearing a ck trench coat and standing with his back to me. In the dream, I couldn''t remember who he was, and I never heard Joanna mention him."


    A deep sense of disappointment shed in Natalie''s eyes.


    Marshall was frustrated as well. He wanted to remember more, but he couldn''t.


    Natalie smiled. “Then don''t think about it. We''ll see him again. This time, we can start over. Don''t just focus on revenge; we need to work on making thepany stronger."


    "Only with real power can we ovee any obstacle.”


    "We''ll take on every challenge thates our way and work our way up to being the richest people in the world."


    Natalie looked at him with a bright smile.


    She still had so many things she wanted to do.


    Marshall sniffled. "Okay! Let''s do this!"


    Natalie smiled at his boyish enthusiasm.


    Mrs. Spencer Sr.''s eyes softened, and she let out a sigh of relief. Her precious grandson had finally escaped his fate.


    She spoke kindly, "Come on, let''s go have breakfast."


    Natalie helped the old woman to her feet, and they went to the dining room together.


    Avish breakfast had been prepared. Natalie and Marshall chatted while they ate, the atmosphere warm and happy.


    Mrs. Spencer Sr. was also very rxed.


    After breakfast.


    Marshall went to the office.


    Natalie needed to go home. She nced at the time; it was still early.


    The snow had stopped overnight, and the morning sun was a bit harsh. She drove slowly.


    As she left the Spencer family''s gatedmunity and made a turn, a person suddenly rushed out and fell in front of her car. Natalie mmed on the brakes.


    Natalie''s eyes widened. What was happening?


    Did she hit someone?


    No, no, the person had run out on their own. This was a setup.


    Natalie quickly opened her car door and got out, only to see Mrs. Wilson covered in blood.


    "Help... help me..."


    Natalie was stunned. "Mrs. Wilson, what happened to you?"


    Natalie nced at the vi nearby. Had she crawled out of the basement?


    Mrs. Wilson''s body was purple from the cold.


    Natalie managed to lift her, half-dragging and half-carrying her into the car.


    Then she got back into the driver''s seat and cranked the heat up to the maximum. Mrs. Wilson had already passed out.


    Natalie sped toward the hospital, putting on her Bluetooth headset to call Herbert.


    "Hey, Natalie! Calling so early in the morning. Want to get breakfast with me?" Herbert asked with augh.


    Natalie said urgently, "I''ll get


    breakfast with you next time, Herbert, I have an emergency patient here...need you to help me save her. Get ready for a confidential treatment."


    “Confidential treatment? Kiddo, where did you pick up this patient?"


    Natalie hesitated for a moment before saying, “Found her on the side of the road."


    Herbert replied, "Congrattions. You''ve got the true luck of a doctor."


    Natalie was speechless.


    “Herbert, just get ready. I''ll be there as fast as I can.”


    "No, no, no, driving in this snow isn''t safe. Slow down. As long as the


    person is still breathing, ex


    sav


    them. But you need to be careful.” Herbert reminded her.


    Natalie smiled. "Okay!"


    She nced at Mrs. Wilson in the back seat. The news about Sophia had just brokenst night, and now this had happened to her. >


    Was it Joanna or Mr. Wilson?


    The vi she''d been near wasn''t the Wilson family''s home. What was Mrs. Wilson doing there?


    Natalie turned on the rear seat heaters, looking worriedly at the woman''s legs.


    "Mrs. Wilson, hang in there. We''re almost at the hospital.”


    But Mrs. Wilson was unconscious and couldn''t hear anything.


    Forty minutester, Natalie pulled into the hospital''s underground parking garage.


    Herbert was already waiting there. Since it was a confidential treatment, he had only brought his assistant with him.