A bucket of cold water was poured over Natalie''s excitement. She looked at him with a puzzled expression. "Sebastian, what are you talking about? You know that
agreement better than I do. I only heard about it from your grandmother. You signed it yourself. Why are you asking me such a question?"
Natalie carefully studied his features.
She couldn''t find anything that didn''t look like Sebastian, yet his voice just felt different.
It was the same voice, but the way he spoke had changed.
Natalie was almost certain in that instant: he was not Sebastian.
Sebastian got angry, but he was cold, not filled with such raw hostility.
Who was he?!
Natalie''s heart pounded with shock.
Her gaze shot to his hand. It looked exactly like Sebastian''s, but the familiar scar on his middle finger was gone.
Natalie''s lips trembled. So, the location of his injury was wrong the wound that should have been on his left hand was on his right.
His forehead hadn''t been injured at all, yet it was wrapped in bandages.
Natalie was utterly shaken. So, Sebastian had been reced.
Her own injuries hadn''t been severe, yet she had been unconscious for three days and three nights.
The moment this man spoke, she felt the same terror from her past life.
This wasn''t right. The man in front of her was not Sebastian.
He wasn''t Sebastian.
The man who had killed her in her past life was this man right here.
With tears welling in her eyes, Natalie stared intently at Maxwell Griffith.
Joanna noticed Natalie scrutinizing Maxwell Griffith and shifted her body slightly to block her view.
"Sebastian, that agreement is real," Joanna reminded him in a low voice.
He, too, suddenly recalled the agreements Joanna had mentioned. He couldn''t
believe it was true. "Natalie, the agreement stated that the assets would be donated
to society, to orphanages. How did they end up with you?"
Natalie stared at him, her suspicion growing, but she knew she couldn''t let on. "Is that what it said? I never read the contents of the agreement. You''re the one who knows it best, grandfather signed it."
since you and you
In truth, she didn''t know the specifics of the agreement.
She only remembered his grandmother telling her about it, that such an agreement did exist.
Maxwell Griffith said nothing, his gaze dark and heavy as he stared down at her.
Natalie felt a chill run down her spine under his scrutiny, confirming once again that he was not Sebastian.
"What are you looking at? Keep staring like that and I''ll give you a reason to need those bandages,” Natalie snapped, her voice cold and lethal.
They were divorced, and the money was hers. She wasn''t afraid of him anymore. "Natalie, you..."
Queena stepped forward, blocking Natalie from his view. "What? What do you want? Who are you yelling at? You''re the one who wronged Natalie, and you''re the one who signed the agreement. What right do you have to shout now?"
Maxwell Griffith''s expression was icy as he clenched his fists. Damn it. All that effort for nothing.
Natalie turned to Joanna, smiling as she offered her blessings. "Joanna, Sebastian, wish you a long and happy life together. Oh, and by the way after what you did to Robert'' child, you two shouldn''t be in too much of a hurry. I wouldn''t count on being a mother again anytime soon."
Having said her piece, Natalie felt a wave of satisfaction.
Queena pushed Natalie''s wheelchair toward the exit, leaving a stunned Joanna behind.
Joanna hadn''t expected Natalie to get one over on her after the divorce.
A dark voice sounded beside her. "Joanna, were you really pregnant with that man''s child?"
Joanna tensed up, looking at him. "Sebastian, why would you think that? Can''t you see Natalie was just trying to provoke us?"
He couldn''t find any proof, could he?
Maxwell Griffith shot her a cold nce. "Did you think I wouldn''t be able to find out? Joanna I once told you that would marry you because you understand me very well. I''ve let you have your way, but I hope you know when to stop."