The President’s Mistake A Tale of Love and Regret

Chapter 12

Nathaniel rushed into the bathroom and picked up the unconscious Freya.

He froze when he carried her up. How can she be so light?

He did carry her before; she at least weighed like a normal person. Now, he felt like he was carrying air, as if she weighed nothing.

He calmed down, and he put her on the sofa bed in the other room, as she had just vomited on his bed.

He made a phone call to Koen.

"Mr. Morgan?" Koen did not dare to leave; he was waiting in the private room below.

"Ask Ozzy to come here; someone fainted!"

Koen was taken aback, and he quickly phoned Ozzy and asked him to hurry up and come to the Red Shift. He was amused that Nathaniel was being so rough with Freya.

How long has it been since Mr. Morgan went upstairs?

Nathaniel also asked Della to send in a cleaner to tidy up the room. Ozzy arrived with a medical kit in a short time.

They had been working for Nathaniel for years, so they more or less knew his temperament.

Ozzy was Nathaniel's personal doctor; he had been working for him for a few years.

He was tall, and he was in his twenties. He was a well-known doctor with a doctoral degree. He was always clean-shaven.

Koen was wild, whereas he was mature.

"Mr. Morgan." He walked toward Nathaniel.

Nathaniel pointed toward the sofa bed and said, "The patient is inside."

Ozzy was stunned to see him being anxious; he did not even care when he was diagnosed with some kind of issue with his heart. Who is inside that makes Mr. Morgan this nervous?

He walked into the room with curiosity; he almost dropped his medical kit upon seeing Freya.

Why is she here?

Why is the neckline of her dress torn?

"Hurry up and look at her!" Nathaniel's friend crumpled.

Ozzy did not dare to waste any time, and he squatted down in front of her. He looked at Nathaniel and said, "Mr. Morgan, please go out for a while."

Nathaniel walking around would affect his diagnosis.

Nathaniel took a deep breath, walked out of the room, and came to the

He felt uneasy; he could not suppress his irritability. He fumbled out a cigarette and wanted to light it, but he stopped after thinking of the unwell Freya.

Nathaniel pinched the cigarette with his finger; he felt like the time was stagnant.

After a while, Ozzy came out of the room.

"How is it?" Nathaniel quickly turned and looked at him.

Ozzy seemed to be in shock, but he composed himself before speaking.

"Mr. Morgan, Ms. Gomez is not doing well. I've given her a drip, and now she can sleep peacefully for a while. I suggest taking her to the hospital to get a full body checkup."

"What do you mean?" He frowned fiercely.

Ozzy was intimidated by him; he answered, "Ms. Gomez has internal bleeding in her stomach; she should be hospitalized for quite some time."

"She also has rheumatoid arthritis; there are also problems with her lungs and heart."

Nathaniel's face turned even darker after hearing his words. All content © N/.ôvel/Dr/ama.Org.

"And… And was she abused before?" Ozzy gathered his courage to ask.

He could see that Nathaniel cared about this woman; if not, she would not be allowed to be here.

This was the private gathering place for Nathaniel and his best friends; he had never bought any woman in here, not even Abigail, who would be engaged to him soon.

There was finally a woman who stepped foot here; he did not dare to hide her physical conditions from Nathaniel.

"Explain it clearly!" He crushed his cigarette.

Ozzy said carefully, "Her vocal cords were severely damaged, as if poisonous smoke had been poured into her throat." "There were injuries all over her body, and I believe that you have seen the scars on her face."

"The injuries on her body seemed to have been caused by a sharp weapon; some of them are really deep."

Ozzy's voice gradually lowered, and he looked at Nathaniel's grumpy face.

He did not dare to explain further. He actually realized that there was a horizontal scar on her lower abdomen, which looked like a cesarean section scar, but he felt that the incision was too big and incomplete.

Nathaniel seemed to be losing his cool hearing about these external injuries, so Ozzy decided to talk to Freya about this scar first; it was her privacy after all.

He heard from Koen that Nathaniel was going crazy over this woman, so he had better not intensify it.

"I got it!" He took a deep breath and frowned.

He merely put her in jail for three years without asking for anyone to abuse her. What had she been through all these years?

He did not intend to be with Freya for the rest of his life; he knew that he ruined their future together.

So, he put her in jail to avoid knowing anything about her.

He thought that three years were enough for him to forget her.

And he did not expect the people in the jail would harm her.

He might be ignoring her, but he did not intend to force her to the edge. Who was behind it?

He suddenly panicked and looked at her, who was laying on the bed. She must think that he was the one behind it.

Ozzy took his leave.

Nathaniel walked toward her slowly; her face was extremely pale, and she curled in the bed as if she were a kitten being abandoned.

He suddenly felt a sharp pain on his chest, and he hurriedly touched it. His heart was injured when he was in underground boxing before. Hence, he had to give up smoking and drinking to prevent his heart from becoming overloaded.

He smoked way too much in the previous few days; his heart felt uncomfortable again.

My heart must be hurting from smoking; it can't be hers.

He was convincing himself, but he still slowly reached out to touch her face.

He carefully brushed her hair to the back of her ear. And her big scar was exposed; it seemed she was being cut by a knife.

His face darkened, and he felt like the scar was burning his finger. He quickly withdrew his hand.

He then turned and sat on the other end of a sofa. The sky was getting dark, yet he stared at Freya's face without turning on the light.

Ozzy's medications for Freya kicked off, and she finally woke up. But she realized that she was lying on a sofa bed.

The ceiling lights were not turned on; only the dim wall lamp was on. What time is it now? Is Peyton off work now?

She was taken by surprise when she suddenly saw the man sitting opposite to her on the sofa.

He seemed like a predator, ready to jump on her at any time.

She sat up abruptly and tried to pull the needles inserted into her blood vessels.

"If you don't want to die, just lie down!" Nathaniel strode toward her and pinned down her hands.

She was confused about what he would do to her.

He could have given me a good beating, or he could destroy my other hand. Yet, he…

She was almost sexually abused by him, so she did not dare stay here with her. So she still pulled out all the needles on her body.