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Chapter 334 Breaking Point
"What did you say? How is that possible?" Peyton's voice broke.
"She is such a strong person. Even after everything she endured in the past, she could bear it. How could she..."
Peyton's next words caught in her throat, unable to be spoken.
The air in the lounge grew thick and heavy as if it were about to burst from the pressure.noveldrama
Nathaniel turned and rushed to the clinic. Peyton tried to follow, but Koen grabbed her arm.
"Let me go! Do you think this is amusing? Huh? Is it entertaining to you?"
"Are you satisfied now? Do you realize how cruel you've been to the Gomez family?"
"And now you pretend to be compassionate! Are you even human?"
"Ms. Peyton! Calm down!" Koen held Peyton tightly as she punched and kicked desperately, her blows landing on him as if they were mere tickles.
In his hurry, Koen wrapped her in his arms. Peyton, exhausted, eventually stopped struggling and broke down in tears.
Ozzy knocked on the door with a headache: "Koen, bring her out first. Don't disrupt my work. I'll contact a psychologist. I hope it's not too late." Depression was one of the hardest illnesses to treat, and the more cheerful and calm a person appeared, the easier it was to mask their depression, making it difficult to detect how serious it was.
The walk from the lounge to the clinic felt like an eternity to Nathaniel. His heart ached to the core, tortured by guilt. Rationality nearly escaped him, he wanted to kneel before Frey, to let her beat him, scold him, even kill him.
Standing at the clinic door, Nathaniel took a deep breath and slowly opened the door.
Ozzy had just given Frey a sedative and prescribed medication. After suffering from insomnia for sodong, Frey finally fell into a deep sleep on Ozzy's treatment chair.
She slept so soundly that she seemed lifeless, like a beautiful corpse.
Seeing her like this, Nathaniel was stunned. He rushed over, half-kneeling in front of her, and tightly held Frey's hand.
She was still breathing and warm, there was still time.
He knelt before her with reverence, kissing her hands repeatedly, afraid to kiss her forehead for fear of defiling her.
In a low whisper, he pleaded, "I'm
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sorry, I'm truly sorry. I will never let this happen again. I will never let you get hurt again, I promise, Frey, never again."
This time, Frey had made a deal with Maggie in secret, without telling him.
She arranged everything so Maggie would call the police and report Abigail for murdering her mother, shattering the facade completely.
She no longer trusted him, keeping everything hidden. Was she afraid he would warn Abigail?
If that were the case, he wouldn't have shown her all the evidence of Abigail's crimes.
Nathaniel had foreseen this situation long ago. He didn't call the police at that time because he lacked
evidence like Maggie and feared that exposing everything would reveal all the details of Frey's ordeal from three years ago.
He sought a way to have it all, but Frey's patience had run out. She wouldn't give him any more chances to waver and hesitate.
Frey almost wanted to destroy Abigail, even at the cost of mutual destruction.
But Nathaniel could only stand aside and watch the deadly struggle between the two women, feeling the urge to end his own life. Slowly, he got up, pulled a blanket over Frey, and then left the clinic.