"Never,” Arthur said, holding her tightly.


    Natalie watched them with a faint smile. It was refreshing to see a husband fight so fiercely to protect his wife, unlike Sebastian.


    Sebastian saw the smile on her face, and a sharp pang of regret pierced his chest.


    Meanwhile, Brittany''s face was ashen. Arthur really had called the police.


    When the officers arrived, Brittany sat on the floor in a daze. She didn''t beg for mercy; she probably didn''t have the nerve to.


    The Griffith family owed her absolutely nothing.


    Hailey looked at Natalie. “Ms. Sanders, thank you for saving me. You saved me and my son. You''re our family''s savior. I''d like to be your friend, if that''s okay?"


    Natalie knew of Arthur Griffith, a big name in the entertainment industry.


    Bing friends with his wife, especially after saving her and their child today, was a favor she was willing to ept.


    Natalie smiled. "Of course, Mrs. Griffith. From now on, we''re friends. Let me introduce myself properly. I''m Natalie.”


    "Natalie, I''m Hailey Lawson. Just call me Hailey."


    The two shook hands, exchanged contact information, and then Natalie and Sebastian left.


    Natalie thought about what had just happened. Arthur would be able to save his rtionship because when Hailey was in trouble, he had desperately pleaded for someone to save his wife. And when his wife was being bullied, he had stood firmly by her side.


    Once inside the elevator, Natalie looked down, not saying a word.


    Sebastian''s expression turned grim. The exact same dynamic had often yed out between him, Natalie, and Joanna.


    But even when he saw Joanna''s maniptions, he would still side with her and say all sorts of cold things to Natalie.


    Combined with today''s misunderstanding, he feared Natalie would never forgive him.


    When they reached Sean and Luna''s floor, Natalie stepped out of the elevator and saw Herbert.


    “Natty.” Herbert, dressed in his white coat, exuded a rxed, confident stride.


    He walked toward her with a handsome, unhurried gait.


    "Herbert," Natalie called out with a smile.


    "So, about your brother... no, you''ve cut ties with him, so he''s not your brother anymore. Wayne is your brother Jerome has been admitted to our hospital. His leg... if you had been able


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    surgery dyed this long he might be able to stand again, but he''ll only be able to walk normally. He might still have a limp."


    "I wanted to ask you, are you willing to perform the surgery for him?"


    Natalie shook her head, refusing. "I won''t operate on him. Why would a man who


    hired a group of thugs to ruin me expect me to save him?"


    "Since he''s staying here, make sure


    he signs a strict liability waiver before the surgery. That way he can''t sue for malpractice afterward. The entire Scott family is nothing but trouble."


    Natalie would never forgive anyone from the Scott family again.


    Herbert knew this would be her answer, but he smiled happily. "That''s the right attitude. We were all


    so worried seeing you put your heart


    info the Scotts, afraid you''d get


    hurt."


    "Grandpa was the shrewdest of all. He knew your personality—that you had to learn things the hard way."


    "He''s here now. I''ll do the surgery for him."


    Natalie nodded. “Okay. Herbert, with your skills, you can definitely get him back on his feet."


    She knew Herbert was an incredible surgeon.


    He was also a man of great character, with no desire for material wealth, only a burning passion for medicine.


    Just then, a mocking voice came from behind her. "Natalie, Jerome is still your brother. Can you really bear to watch him be disabled for the rest of his life?"