The President’s Mistake A Tale of Love and Regret

Chapter 286 Bonds of Fire

Ozzy glanced at Frey, sighed, and said quietly, "We couldn't separate them when they were burned together that day. If Ms. Frey is moved out of the ward, Mr. Nathaniel's monitors would go berserk, and the alarms would sound."

"Forget it, let's just be careful with the disinfection. We can't separate them. Ms. Frey is Mr. Nathaniel's lifeline!"

The medical team checked Frey again, finding no major issues. She could even get up from the hospital bed and perform slight movements.

After the doctors finished their rounds, the ward became quiet again.

Frey slowly got up and walked to Nathaniel's bed. His body was wrapped in medical gauze, his face not too severely burned.

Frey remembered how he used his back to shield her when the burning beam fell, leaving a deep scar on his neck.

Now, his neck was also wrapped in gauze. His handsome face lay in unprecedented tranquility, eyes closed.

From Frey's perspective, she noticed how good-looking he was, his thick eyelashes casting a shadow on his pale face.This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

Frey felt a complex mix of emotions. Here was the man who had pushed her into hell but had also pulled her from the ruins of life repeatedly.

The situation had been dire, and it took immense courage to risk one's life to save another. He was Mr. Nathaniel, and his worth was over 10 billion dollars in Saeville. If he had died with her in the Gomez Mansion's basement that night, it would have been a tremendous loss.

Frey sighed and turned to leave, but Nathaniel grabbed her wrist.

She turned back, meeting his slowly opening eyes. She tried to free herself, but his grip was firm, like iron clamps.

"Frey, stay with me," Nathaniel said in a hoarse voice, looking at her like a pitiful abandoned puppy.

Frey couldn't leave. She moved a

chair and sat next to him. Neither spoke. After experiencing such a horrific disaster, words seemed inadequate.

The sunlight streaming through the window cast a peaceful glow over them.

Ozzy, about to enter, saw the scene inside through a small gap in the door and slowly backed out. Now

wan

not the time to

Koen hurried over, and Ozzy waved him off.

"What's wrong?" Koen asked, startled, thinking something had happened in the ward again.

Ozzy whispered, "Mr. Nathaniel is awake, and Ms. Frey is with him. They're still holding hands..."

Ozzy made a hooking motion with his fingers, adding, "Thank goodness, things finally seem a bit normal."

However, his expression was subtle. He gestured to Koen to follow him to the office next door. "What do you want to say?"

Koen glanced outside. "Ms. Abigail is

here again, crying hard. She said

wedding was almost happening The

so

why did this have to happen?"

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"Ms. Abigail is Mr. Nathaniel's fiancée. We can't stop her from seeing him, right?"

Koen looked embarrassed. "But seeing Ms. Frey and Mr. Nathaniel together in the same ward, isn't this just asking for trouble?"

Ozzy nodded towards Nathaniel's ward. "He's awake. Go in and ask him."

"Ms. Abigail's engagement party and now the wedding were both disrupted because of Ms. Frey."

"Aren't the three of them tired yet?"