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Sandro’s knuckles turned white as he tightened his grip around the steering wheel, his jaw set in a firm line. The road stretched out before them, illuminated by the glow of the dashboard lights cutting through the darkness of the night. Nathalie sat in the passenger seat, her gaze fixed on him, waiting for an explanation.

“I don’t know whose child Elle is carrying,” Sandro finally admitted, his voice low and tense. “That’s why I was there tonight. To find out the truth.”

Nathalie’s eyes widened in disbelief, her heart sinking at the weight of his words. “But how can you not know?” she asked, her voice tinged with confusion and a hint of hurt. “Can’t you take the wild guess or consult doctors to know which month it is?”

Sandro let out a frustrated sigh, his fingers drumming anxiously against the leather of the steering wheel. “Things… things got complicated,” he confessed, his voice strained. “There were doubts and I thought I should talk to Elle first. Spying on her medical track won’t get me anywhere.”

The admission hung heavy in the air between them, shrouding the car in an uncomfortable silence. “Seems you have done a lot of reckless things, Sandro.” Nathalie struggled to process the revelation, her mind racing with questions and fears. “What does this mean for us?” she finally asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Sandro turned to look at her, his expression pained yet determined. “I don’t know,” he admitted, his gaze searching hers for some semblance of understanding. “But we’ll figure it out, sis. That is why we are going to create a trap for both of them to come to us.”

Despite the uncertainty looming over them, Nathalie found some find of trust in his words, a glimmer of hope amidst the chaos. She reached out and placed a reassuring hand on his arm, offering him a small, supportive smile. “Let’s see,” she echoed, her voice steady with resolve.

Sandro shifted the car into gear, the engine roaring to life. Nathalie’s mind whirled with a whirlwind of emotions, her heart heavy with the weight of Sandro’s revelation. “But why haven’t you talked to Lucas directly about this?” she asked, her voice betraying her shock and confusion.

Sandro’s grip on the steering wheel tightened even further, his knuckles turning pale beneath the strain. He let out a heavy sigh, his gaze fixed on the road ahead as if searching for the right words. “I wanted to be certain first,” he confessed, his voice tinged with regret. “I couldn’t bear to confront him without knowing the truth myself.”

Nathalie nodded slowly, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of the situation. “But what if… what if Elle’s baby is Lucas’s?” she asked hesitantly, the thought sending a shiver down her spine.

Sandro’s jaw clenched at the mention of his brother’s possible involvement, a tumultuous mix of emotions swirling within him. “If that’s the case,” he said through gritted teeth, “then they both are our culprits and are answerable to us.”

The silence that followed was thick with tension, each of them lost in their own thoughts and fears. “I hope so that is not the truth. Otherwise, I will destroy both of them.” Nathalie couldn’t shake the feeling of unease that settled in the pit of her stomach, the uncertainty of their future weighing heavily on her mind.

As the car continued to slice through the night, Sandro glanced over at Nathalie, his expression softening with concern. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner,” he said, his voice laced with genuine remorse. “I just… I didn’t know what to do and the only person who can handle this situation was you. When I heard you had woken up from the coma, I couldn’t hold back.”

Nathalie met his gaze, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. “It’s okay,” she whispered, her voice barely audible above the hum of the engine. “We will figure this out together. After all our spouses are involved in this together.”

With a silent nod, Sandro reached out and gently squeezed her hand, offering her a small but reassuring smile. In that moment, despite the uncertainty that lay ahead.

As they drove on in silence, Sandro’s mind raced with worry. He couldn’t shake the feeling of guilt gnawing at him for not being upfront with Nathalie from the beginning.

He glanced at her from the corner of his eye, her silhouette illuminated by the soft glow of the dashboard lights. He knew he had to make things right, starting with honesty.

“Um…sis?” Sandro began, his voice tentative yet determined. “There’s something else I need to tell you.” Nathalie turned to him, her expression a mix of anticipation and apprehension. “What is it?” she asked softly, her eyes searching his for answers.

Sandro took a deep breath, steeling himself for her reaction. “I didn’t just come here tonight to find out about Elle’s baby,” he confessed, his voice tinged with remorse. “I also wanted to settle my issue with the Rezlee family. And only my brother can help me settle that matter. For that I have to take you somewhere safe.”

“My goodness, Sandro. Are you a magnet for troubles, huh?” Nathalie’s brow furrowed in confusion. “Somewhere safe? What do you mean?” she asked, her heart quickening with a sense of unease.

Sandro pulled the car to a stop in front of a nondescript apartment building, its facade shrouded in darkness. “Haha, I guess so.” He turned to Nathalie, his gaze earnest. “I have an apartment here,” he explained, gesturing toward the building. “I thought it would be best if you stayed here for a while, away from all this family chaos at least.”

Nathalie’s eyes widened in surprise, a mix of gratitude and disbelief washing over her. “You… you want me to stay here?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.Content © copyrighted by NôvelDrama.Org.

Sandro nodded, his expression sincere. “Yes,” he said softly. “I want to protect you, sis. Especially when you are carrying the Petrakis heir. I will ask mom to come to you meanwhile since my dad doesn’t even wanna see my face. I am sure you will love mum.”

Tears welled up in Nathalie’s eyes as she realised the depth of Sandro’s concern for her. Without a word, she reached out and enveloped him in a tight embrace, her heart overflowing with love and gratitude. “Thank you,” she whispered, her voice choked with emotion.

Sandro held her close, his arms a comforting anchor amidst the storm. “I’ll always be here for you, sis,” he vowed, his voice steady with determination. “No matter what. After all, you are going birth to my favourite nephew or niece.” Sandro helped Nathalie out of the car and led her toward the apartment building, their footsteps echoing softly in the night.