The President’s Mistake A Tale of Love and Regret



"Mr. Nathaniel..."

Peyton wanted to say more, but Nathaniel pushed her aside roughly and bent down to pick up Frey, who was weak and vomiting.

Frey had been in terrible pain these past few days. She had no strength left in her body and couldn't resist as Nathaniel lifted her.

Peyton tried to stop him again, but Koen blocked her.

"Ms. Peyton, don't worry, the president won't harm Ms. Frey."

"Ms. Frey looks seriously ill. Living here without proper medicine or medical care only delays her recovery."

"Ms. Frey will go with Mr. Nathaniel first. Where are Hudson and the others? I'll stay to help pack her things. Do you want to come with us later?"

"Of course, what if you sell her? I need to keep an eye on things!" Ms. Peyton glared at Koen.

Driving eastward, they took Mr. Nathaniel and Ms. Frey directly to East Saeville Nursing Home.

Ozzy hurriedly welcomed them into the medical department of the sanatorium. He looked at the pale Frey with growing concern. He felt her mental state was not right.

But then again, even grown men who have faced many bloody battles would be traumatized by what Frey had been through.

East Saeville Nursing Home was private property, and unscrupulous media and tabloid reporters didn't dare to barge in and take photos. Nathaniel had been living here lately. The nursing home had direct access to the sea, offering beautiful scenery and a quiet environment. "Check on her. She just vomited," Nathaniel glanced at Frey, who was expressionless again, his heart aching.

He couldn't bear to face this woman now. After all, the horrific events three years ago were the fate that Nathaniel had handed to Frey. Ozzy took Frey into the diagnosis and treatment room. Just as they entered, Nathaniel stopped him.

He looked at his brother and whispered, "She was vomiting badly just now. Is she... pregnant?"

Ever since that time in the seaside villa, he wanted another child with Frey.

This desire tormented Nathaniel like crazy. He desperately wanted another child, one Frey would give him.

That child was gone, and he wanted to fill the void with another.

Ozzy nodded and said, "I'll conduct relevant examinations, including an ultrasound. You guys wait outside."

Nathaniel exited the consultation room and sat in the lounge outside to wait.

It took a long time, and he leaned back on the sofa, closing his eyes tiredly.

Ever since he discovered that Frey had disappeared after leaving Andala Corp, Nathaniel felt like he was going crazy looking for her.

Additionally, various media had recently broadcast scenes and photos of Frey and the child.

Although the official media had nearly deleted them, they spread quickly privately.

Those cruel scenes tortured not only Frey but also Nathaniel.

After a while, Ozzy walked out, and Nathaniel quickly stood up.

Ozzy looked at the haggard Nathaniel. Sometimes he really didn't want to tell the truth, but he had no choice.

"Is she... pregnant?" Nathaniel felt that Frey was vomiting too much.

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vomiting frequently despite not eating anything bad.

Peyton walked over from another lounge. She looked at Ozzy, "Dr. Ozzy, is Frey okay?"

"She didn't eat anything bad. I cooked all her meals myself these past few days, and the ingredients were very fresh."

Ozzy took a deep breath and looked

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at Nathaniel and Ms. Peyton, saying, "Ms. Frey's physical condition is not optimistic. She seems to be suffering from depression. She needs to see a psychologistö

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"It's not pregnancy. It's likely a severe clinical symptom of depression."

The color drained from Nathaniel's face as he looked at Ozzy with wide eyes in disbelief.