The President’s Mistake A Tale of Love and Regret

Chapter 307 There Was No Evidence Left

Freya showered, dried her hair, and went into the kitchen to grab a bite to eat. She was starving now.

The kitchen countertop was unexpectedly occupied by a few fresh-keeping boxes containing pre-purchased breakfasts. Along with a few side dishes, there were custard buns, sauce cakes, snacks, and soy milk available.

Nathaniel probably asked someone to package and deliver it. The outside of the fresh-keeping box bore the Red Stiletto Hotel's mark.

The fresh-keeping box was designed independently, with a heat preservation and heating function beneath it as well as a temperature-controlled heating device.

Freya sat down to eat, chewing gently one by one, knowing that Nathaniel had lost this game entirely.

She just didn't know how he'd react to Abigail; after all, she had saved him previously.

But...

Freya grinned icily, saying Abigail's existence was nothing in comparison to her son's.

Even though she didn't have any evidence at the time, it was believed that Abigail intended to kill her child three years ago.

However, Nathaniel would investigate since he couldn't let his kid pass away needlessly.

Nathaniel called Koen and a few others over to the president's office on the 28th floor of the Technologent Group office building. One by one, the individuals seated across from Nathaniel fidgeted and complained that they felt like they were sitting on a bomb. Especially Xavier, who committed such a grave error last night.

But Freya was too crafty. Establish a progressive, interlocking game for him and Mr. Nathaniel, and they both got into a lot of trouble.

After serving three years in prison, this woman appeared to have changed.

It was anticipated that a couple of them could not have destroyed the Gomez Group so rapidly if she had not been so strong three years earlier.

He cast a careful glance at

Nathaniel, who was sitting in the

boss's chair. When he spotted Nathaniel's chin, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he looked at Ozzy, who was sitting next to him.

Ozzy also noticed Nathaniel's chin had been scraped by the woman's nails.

Without daring to look, Ozzy bowed his head, smiled wryly, and moved away. It became clear that today, Mr. Nathaniel was in a bad mood.

Hudson jumped up quickly and said, "Mr. Nathaniel."

Nathaniel's face stayed expressionless as his fingertips lightly tapped the desktop.

"On November 17, 2013, a patient in the women's prison was put into labor in the medical room."

Suddenly, Ozzy sat up straight. The child in Freya's womb had always intrigued him. When Mr. Nathaniel returned to the prison to search for it later, he nearly died in that incident.NôvelDrama.Org owns © this.

Indeed, his prediction came true: Freya was carrying Mr. Nathaniel's kid when she was taken to prison, and based on that wound, the procedure was performed far too roughly at the time.

After pausing for a moment, Nathaniel exclaimed, "Where are the scum who did the operation?"

Hudson said, his face somewhat white, "I've looked at everything. At that time, the operation was carried out by a nurse, an assistant, and a doctor.

"The doctor died in a car accident less than a month after he went to Qugrium the following year to pursue his medical degree."

"That assistant was blown to pieces half a year later when a natural gas pipeline exploded in their community."

"At that moment, where was the nurse?" Nathaniel had tautly stretched masseter muscles.

Hudson knows Mr. Nathaniel was concerned about this and examined it carefully, but the folks behind the scenes did it seamlessly: "The nurse had cancer and didn't make it through for half a year. I also-

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checked her medical records. She died suddenly from pancreatic cancer."

Nathaniel laughed violently, and there was no evidence of his son's death.

After inhaling deeply, he nodded and said, "You and Hudson will examine this together. examine those individuals' families, their accounts, and the persons they spoke with three years prior."