The President’s Mistake A Tale of Love and Regret

Frey was jostled by the crowd on the streets of Maruva. Though she had lived in Pontenero for a while, her life had been confined to Pontenero.

This was her first time in Maruva, a coastal city.

She glanced at her phone, noting twelve missed calls from either Nathaniel or Koen.

She surmised that Nathaniel had received her divorce agreement and wanted to discuss it.

But Frey had more pressing matters. Her brother's life hung by a thread, and she had no time or mood to discuss it with Nathaniel.

She was already prepared to leave him and gave Nathaniel and Luna her blessings. Discussing anything else seemed pointless now.

What was there to discuss?

Money was no issue for either party, and she had completely yielded on that front. She valued Nathaniel's life far more than his money.

As for feelings?

Frey smiled bitterly. After everything she had been through, discussing feelings felt redundant. She was numb.

Michael's message popped up on her phone again, instructing her on what to do

next.

She couldn't act rashly; the location on her phone kept moving.

She had killed Michael's adopted daughter Abigail, and Mason was in Michael's hands, either dead or injured.

She couldn't afford to act impulsively. She even obeyed Michael's orders and refrained from calling the police.

At this moment, answering Nathaniel's call was not an option.noveldrama

Missing any instruction from Michael could lead him to believe she didn't care about her brother's life, jeopardizing everything.

"Head towards the pier!"

Michael's messages were simple and clear, arriving every few minutes.

In desperation, Frey blacklisted Koen's and Nathaniel's phone numbers.

Once this ordeal was over, she would contact Nathaniel to discuss the divorce agreement. The cooling-off period for divorce meant the certificate couldn't be issued immediately, so it could wait.

Frey took a taxi to the designated dock. The driver, a cheerful middle-aged man, chatted incessantly.

Frey's distress was almost visible, but the driver didn't mind, enthusiastically sharing Maruva's culture and history.

She blocked out the driver's chatter, focusing on the picture sent by Michael.

It showed her brother Mason holding a childhood photo, taken by Michael and sent to her.

In the photo, her brother looked happy.

Their mother had a tradition of taking family photos at a studio for birthdays.

Although many photographers would have come to their home, her mother preferred the studio for creating albums.

Frey didn't know how her brother got the photo, but it must have been taken when their mother left Saeville with him.

Her brother had likely kept it close all this time, bringing it with him to Pontenero. The photo was worn and curled from frequent handling.

Frey stared at the picture on her phone. When she first met her brother, he had seemed familiar.

Now, the boy had grown into a young man with sharp features, different from the child she remembered.

In the picture, Mason looked terrified. Even holding the photo, his fear was palpable. Seeing this, Frey's heart ached. Mason was truly innocent.

Her father's wrongdoings to the Morgan family and her actions, bringing the troublesome Nathaniel into their lives, had led to this.

Mason's current plight was partly her responsibility.

Frey had endured prison for so long for the sake of her mother and her lost brother, whose fate remained uncertain.

Now, she had no strength left for hatred or blame. If anyone deserved blame, it was herself.

All she wanted was to rescue her brother from Michael.

When she arrived at the dock, a

sturdy sailor in black approached Following Michael's instructions, she exchanged a code with him and boarded a small cruise ship. swnovel

The sailor searched her, and when he checked her chest, waist, and abdomen,

Frey instinctively recoiled but was roughly pulled back.

She stared at him, and he behaved better, not wanting to cause trouble for his boss, who had ordered her swift removal offshore.

Despite her fierce resistance, Michael's orders were clear, which was to get her on board and leave quickly.

Her eyes were covered with a blindfold, and a cold voice demanded, "Hand over the phone."

Frey's heart trembled slightly. She handed over her phone, wondering if this meant she was close to seeing her brother.

She had received Michael's instructions, guiding her around Maruva.

As she waited for the final moment, she knew she had to be careful.

She took a step back, laughing nervously. "My eyes are covered. Do you think I can still run? There's no need to hand over my phone. If Mr. Michael wants money, I need it to transfer funds." swnovel

"Give it up!" The sailor's patience wore thin. "Mr. Michael wants your phone, so hand it over! Or else..."

"Okay! I'll give it up, just don't hurt my brother!" Frey took out her phone and handed it over, but as she did, she pressed the star button. The phone was quickly taken, and her hand felt empty. swnovel

The person didn't notice the screen flashing momentarily.

Blindfolded, Frey was moved onto another boat. This rigorous process left her slightly panicked.

These people were too thorough, leaving her no room to maneuver. She hadn't expected to be transferred to another boat.

The voyage felt endless. Frey wasn't usually seasick, but the blindfold and the long journey made her nauseous.

She didn't know how long they sailed, but eventually, the boat stopped in the open

sea.