Turning Of The Tide (Natalie and Trevon)

Chapter 96

At the Wilson's residence. Trevon lay on his bed lazily. The pair of gold-rimmed glasses sitting on the bridge of his nose added to his refined temperament. He held his phone and glanced at it from time to time, waiting for a reply. Ding! The notification stated that the other party had rejected the money.

Trevon was at a loss for words. Natalie was really something

It wasn't like he desperately wanted her to accept it. He threw his phone on the bedside table in a fit of frustration and pulled the blanket over hum, preparing to sleep

Yet, he still felt his chest squeeze and he couldn't fall asleep no matter what

The next day, the sun was shining brightly. It was indeed a nice start to a new year.

Natalie and the two servants went to the cemetery early Originally, Natalie planned to go alone, but the two servants insisted on accompanying her to visit Barron's grave Barron had treated the two servants really well when he was alive. He didn't see them as servants but as family. It was obvious that the two servants were really grateful to him. Natalie and the two servants placed the potted plants on both sides of the tombstone, which added some life to the place.

The phone in Natalie's pocket suddenly rang. When she saw the caller ID, she frowned and said to the two servants, Tm going to take a call. Can you help me arrange the fruit platter" Lena and Jenny thought that it was a call from the hospital. Their hearts ached as they sighed. "Miss Natalie works hard. It's New Year's Day, but the hospital still won't let her off

Lena said. "It can't be helped. Miss Natalie is a doctor. Besides, she's so kind that she cares about her patients more than herself. Even if it was New Year's Eve, she would still go to the hospital immediately if she was needed."

Jenny shook her head and said to the tombstone, "Mr. Foster, we worry about Miss Natalie When she came back yesterday. we didn't ask about her marriage, but Lena and I just know that she isn't happy. Mr. Wilson has never come once, and Miss Natalie didn't tell us anything. She usually only tells us the good news and not the bad news. As servants, we can't interfere too much, but we worry"

Lena also said sadly, "Mr. Foster, Miss Natalie told us yesterday that she is going abroad. You have to watch over her and make sure she comes back safely. If Mr. Wilson doesn't treat her well, you have to think of a way to help her. Now that you're gone. Miss Natalie is having a hard time."

Lena and Jenny continued talking to Barron.

Natalie walked to the side to answer the call. To make sure the servants couldn't hear her, she walked a little further away.

"Hello."

The other party's tone was a little reproachful. "Is your phone broken? Why did you take so long to answer the call?"

"If you have something to say, just say it. I'm busy"

Trevon took a deep breath which was audible over the phone. "Come over for the transfer of Adare Manor to your name."

"Are you crazy? Why are you giving me a house on New Year's Day? I don't want it. Is there anything else?"

"We agreed on this back then I won't give you anything less."

Natalie felt that there was no way to communicate with him. She rubbed her temples and said, "Firstly, I'm not free, Mr. Wilson. Secondly, I don't need it. Goodbye"

Natalie hung up mercilessly. She didn't need it. There was something wrong with Trevon. Why would he ask her to meet him on New Year's Day just so he could transfer property to her?

After hanging up, she returned to the tombstone and said to the two servants, "Jenny, Lena, can you wait for me in the car? I want to talk to Grandpa." After saying that, she took out her car key from her pocket and handed it to them.

After Trevon was hung up on, he was unhappy. Then, he called Frank. Find out where she is."

"It's the first day of the new year. In case you didn't know, I'm off work."

Frank then hung up.

Trevon was left staring at the screen with a frown.

After a while, a message came in. "Cemetery."

Trevon took out his phone again and called Hackett. "Where are you?"

Hackett was about to call Trevon to ask if he wanted to meet. "Mr. Wilson, are there any activities planned?"

"Yes, I'm going to the cemetery to pay my respects to your grandfather."

Hackett suddenly raised his voice. "Mr. Wilson, do you know what day it is today? Who goes to the cemetery on the first day of the new year?"

"Are you coming or not?" There was a threat in his flat tone.

Hackett was speechless. In the end, he still agreed to it even though he was reluctant.

Hackett, who had put away his phone, originally planned to accompany Joy to go to church. He cleared his throat awkwardly and said. "Mom, I have something on and can't accompany you to the church Go with Dad"

Nathan was not surprised that his son bailed out at the last minute. He continued reading calmly.

Joy, on the other hand, was filled with anger. Today, she wanted to bring Hackett along to ask the priest for blessings. It wouldn't be sincere enough of them if only Joy went. Even though Hackett went out frequently, he hadn't met any girls. Joy really wanted him to settle down.

"Where are you going? You have to come with me to pray today. There's a huge problem with your love life. You're already 28 years old, but you don't even have a girlfriend."

Hackett scratched his head and said with a bashful smile, "I plan to pay my respects to Grandpa. It's the first day of the new year today, so it shows how sincere I am. Grandpa wouldn't allow me to stay single for long. You might be able to have grandchildren next year."

Joy did not believe him and scoffed. "You're making empty promises every day. I have never seen you keep one."

Nathan could tell that his son did not want to go. Moreover, he knew that his son would not go to the cemetery on the first day of the new year for no reason. Hence, Nathan did not force Hackett. "Alright, let him be. It wouldn't help if you forced him to go anyway.

Only then did Joy let him go.

When Hackelt arrived at the gates of the cemetery, a man in black casual attire could be seen leaning against his car and waiting for Hackett lazily.

From afar, he looked like a painting. A luxurious car paired with a handsome man inevitably attracted many women. Even a man like him had to admit that Trevon was really fucking handsome. How many women had fallen for him because of his looks?

Seeing Hackett walking over slowly. Trevon said in disdain, "Can you go any slower?" If Hackett was any later, Natalie would be gone.

Trevon stuffed a bouquet of flowers into Hackett's arms and walked up the steps with his hands in his pockets.

Hackett looked at the chrysanthemums in his arms in a daze. "You even bought flowers. So you really want to pay your respects to my grandfather."

However, Hackett thought, "What's was wrong with this person? Instead of paying respects to his own grandmother, he's here to pay respects to my grandfather."

On top of that, Trevon wanted to come here on the first day of the new year. It was a little scary.

As soon as they reached the cemetery, Hackett saw a familiar figure from afar. He narrowed his eyes. After a closer look. he thought that Trevon was really a bastard. It turned out that Trevon was here to see his ex-wife.

Meanwhile, Natalie was completely unaware of Trevon's arrival. She continued to squat beside the tombstone. She was wearing a long black down jacket today. It was enough to keep her warm,

After wiping the water droplets on the tombstone, she said gently, "Grandpa, I went back to the house yesterday to celebrate the new year. The house is very clean, all thanks to Jenny and Lena. By the way. I'm going abroad to study after the new year. I might not be able to visit you often then. I'll apply for leave in advance from you. 1 won't be able to come back to visit you on Memorial Day this year too. I'll tell you the reason next year. You'll probably approve. Also, Mom isn't an orphan. She actually has a family. Are you surprised? I'm surprised too. My other grandfather never mentioned it. I plan to look for the truth when I'm abroad. I want to do it for Mom. Grandpa, do you think I'm doing the right thing?"

There was only Hackett in front of Henry Blackwell's tombstone. Trevon had come over and bowed, but he left right after

that.

Hackett, who didn't check the weather forecast, was wearing too few layers of clothes. He adjusted his coat and cursed Trevon a thousand times in his heart.

A magnetic and deep male voice sounded above her head. "The house belongs to you."

Natalie thought that there was something wrong with her ears. She whipped her head around, and Trevon's slender figure and facial features came into view.

At this moment, her heart was racing, but not because she was overwhelmed by his looks. To be honest, this was the first time she had seen him in casual clothes. He seemed to be very comfortable and looked good in them.

However, the reason why her heart was racing was because she felt lucky that she had not told her grandfather about her

pregnancy. Trevon, who had appeared behind her all of a sudden, could have heard her. Was he a ghost? Why didn't she hear him walk up to her?

When she didn't say anything. Trevon continued, "Why don't you want the house? Would she rather live under someone else's roof, particularly Edward's?

Natalie stood up. Perhaps because she had been squatting for too long, she had low blood sugar and felt dizzy. A pair of strong and broad hands held her shoulders.

After a while, she took a step backward. "Thank you. Mr. Wilson, did you come to the cemetery especially to talk to me about this?"

He was angered by her taking a step back and started to put on airs. "Where did you get your confidence from? I'm here with Hackett to pay my respects to his grandfather."

Natalie was a little puzzled. Was it a trend now to visit the cemetery on the first day of the new year in Athana? She was just afraid that she would have to go abroad at short notice, so she took some time this morning to visit her grandfather. She didn't think that she would see anyone else.

Was that really the trend in Athana now? Even if it was, shouldn't Trevon be paying respects to his own family members instead of other people's family members?

Natalie composed herself. "That's good. I thought you were regretting the divorce. It's good that you're not."

"Stop the drama. Go and settle the transfer in the afternoon. I don't want others to think that I'm stingy."

Natalie glanced at him. "Mr. Wilson, firstly, our marriage was a secret. Even if you didn't give me a single cent, no one would think that you were petty. If you care so much about what your friends think, you can just say that I rejected your offer. Secondly, Ladded a condition to the agreement in the beginning. I'll leave with nothing, so there's no need for you to give me a house. I don't want to owe you, and I don't want you to owe me either."

Trevon was so angry that he felt his chest tighten. "Fine. You're bold, huh, Natalie."

Looking at the man's back, Natalie slowly loosened her clenched fists. Her palms were slightly sweaty.

As expected, once a person had a secret, they would be afraid of being discovered and worried all the time.

"What's wrong with you? You saw your ex-wife, right? Are you angry right now? Why aren't you chasing after her?" Hackett followed Trevon down the stairs and asked a series of questions.

The man in front of Hackett stopped in his tracks. "Why would I chase after her? I want to transfer Adare Manor to her, so she needs to go through with the procedures.

Hackett thought, "Does he really need to transfer ownership of a property and come to the cemetery on New Year's Day? Doesn't he know there's something called a cell phone?"