The President’s Mistake A Tale of Love and Regret

Chapter 291 Shattered Alliances and Bitter Farewells

"Forget it," Abigail said with a resigned tone, "We've known each other for a while, and there were feelings between us. I won't just leave you hanging."

She handed Jolin a card. "Take this and go to Avalon for a full face reconstruction, especially for your eye that Frey damaged." "Don't come back," she added coldly. "You know what Nathaniel is like."

Jolin's chest heaved with emotion, but he managed a smile as he took the card. "You're not completely heartless after all."

"But here's a tip," Jolin said as he turned to leave, "Frey is a lot tougher to deal with than you and I thought. Be careful."

Before Jolin could walk away, Abigail handed him her phone. "Aren't you going to say goodbye to your parents?"

"I gave you a huge amount of money. Share it with your parents. Your brother's in prison for life, and he'll likely stay there forever."

Jolin sneered. "Why should I share my money with them? They didn't help me when I was attacked by Frey. Why should I help them now?"

She turned towards the boat moored beside the yacht, her expression cold. Once on the boat, she would be met by someone who would take her out to sea, away from Saeville.

As Abigail watched her go, she made a call.

"Ms. Abigail?" came the voice on the other end.

“Puncture a small hole in that rubber boat," Abigail instructed quietly. "Make sure it starts leaking in half an hour."

"Understood."

Abigail lay back on a lounge chair, put on her sunglasses, and basked in the sun. The eyes behind the sunglasses were filled with cold resolve.Original from NôvelDrama.Org.

At East Saeville Nursing Home,

Nathaniel's condition was

improving. After the skin grafting surgery, his body

s recoverie

well, except for the graft on his neck, which was complicated due to the important nerves in that area.

Hudson entered with a grave look.

He approached Nathaniel and said quietly, "The two men who were guarding the Gomez Mansion weren't our people initially. They were recruited halfway through."

“I used to be a mercenary," Hudson continued. "When Taylor saw their good backgrounds, I kept them around. Even now, I can't find out where they've gone."

Nathaniel frowned. He had sent two

men to keep watch on Gomez Mansion, only to discover that Frey had disappeared the night of the incident. It was clear that the attack was meticulously planned.

He took a deep breath. "Tell Taylor to check his people carefully. If they're no longer useful, they need to be dismissed immediately."

"Understood."

"What's the situation with Charles?" Nathaniel asked. He had already learned that one of the arsonists was Jolin, but the whereabouts of the other, Charles, remained uncertain.

A shadow crossed Hudson's face as he responded quietly, "He's dead."

Nathaniel was momentarily stunned. To his shock, Charles had died shortly after Jacob, though Nathaniel had never wished for his death.

Hudson continued, "Mr. Nathaniel, I

think we should let the Rivera go They've lost two members, and one is in a mental hospital. Despite everything, we've worked together in the past."

Nathaniel's face darkened at the suggestion. Hudson fell silent, sensing the tension in the room.