Chapter 124

Natalie saw her design drafts scattered all over the office floor, some already torn by Jason. He was still tearing up the new design she had made just yesterday.

Infuriated, Natalie stormed in, staring angrily at Jason, who was ripping up her designs. “Jason, are you crazy? Do you know how important these sketches are to me? I spent days on them.”

Jason tossed the design at her dismissively, his eyes showing contempt. “Natalie, do you really think a bumpkin like you can design clothes? Jennifer said she’s entering the designer competition too. I won’t let someone like you mess up her future.”

Natalie’s eyes flared with anger as she raised her hand. She slapped Jason across the face without hesitation.

Jason was taken aback for a moment, utterly in disbelief. Looking into Natalie’s icy cold eyes, he paused, a sudden panic rising in his heart. “Na- Natalie, did you hit me?”

“So what if I hit you? Do I need to choose a special day to do it? You’ve ruined my future over Jennifer. Should I just let it go? I’ve been too nice to you, always accommodating, which made you think I’m easy to push around.

“I should have let you die in that car accident. I risked my life getting you out, only for Jennifer to take the credit,” After that, she suddenly grabbed Jason’s arm. Before he could react, she threw him over her shoulder, slamming him onto the ground.

Jason groaned in pain, gasping as he stared at Natalie in horror. He found she was quite strong.

With a cold and determined gaze, tears streamed down Natalie’s beautiful face. She spoke deliberately, “You say Jennifer saved you back then. Ask her, could she have carried you?

Jason, you ruined my designs today, and I won’t blame you because your fate is already written. I’ll watch as Jennifer destroys all of you, one by one. Fuck off!” Then she kicked his arm.

Jason winced in pain, glaring at Natalie’s cool face. “Natalie, you totally took Jennifer’s credit.”

“Yes, I took her credit, but I’ve already left the Simpson family. Why do you keep coming after me? What does Jennifer’s future have to do with me? Why would you ruin my future for her?

“Jason, you’re not even human. Get out, I never want to see you again,” After Natalie finished speaking, she crouched down, staring at the ruined designs, feeling drained. These were the designs she had worked hard on for days, and now they were destroyed.

Jason sat up with a sharp grin on his face, looking at Natalie’s painful silhouette. He felt miserable too. He couldn’t figure out if Jennifer was telling the truth or if it was Natalie.

“Natalie, you say you saved me. Can you prove it?” Jason asked, unwilling to accept it. He thought Natalie was too vicious to save him.

Natalie jumped up, her eyes deep and sharp. “Get out,” With that she called security.

“Hello? Ms. Shawn.”

Natalie snapped, “Didn’t I make it clear last time that no one from the Simpson family is allowed in?”

“Sorry, Ms. Shawn. I had an upset stomach this morning, and maybe while I was in the bathroom, he sneaked in.”

Natalie angrily hung up the phone. Staring down Jason’s hateful glare, her gaze was ice–cold, sending chills down his spine.

Jason, do you think Jennifer can climb to success by stepping over me? Dream on. I won’t let you succeed. There isn’t anyone decent in your family. Get lost!” Her rage reached its peak.

Jason was furious. He stood up and walked away. At the door, he heard Natalie’s fragile sobbing, and his fists clenched involuntarily. Turning back, he saw Natalie holding a pile of design sketches, crying, and it didn’t sit well with him.

She’s still his sister after all. But he didn’t understand why she was so clueless. “Natalie, Jennifer is more talented than you. You should give her the opportunity."

Natalie gave him a hateful look. “Jason, you’re unbelievable! What does her talent have to do with me? Who do you think you are to demand I give in? If you’re so capable, you can make her successful.

“Why should I be the one to step aside? I’ve signed the papers to cut ties with you. To me, you’re just a stranger. What right do you have to ask me to step aside?”

Jason was speechless. “But this whole thing started because of you. If you hadn’t called the police-”

“So I should’ve just waited for them to humiliate and assault me? Jason, look how malicious you are. Didn’t this all start because of you? Why should I have to be bullied by you? Who gave you the right to lecture me?

“Your mom just gave birth to me, someone else raised me. Over the years I’ve stayed with your family, I’ve already repaid the debt of being born. I don’t owe you anything anymore. Jason, you’re just as shameless as your dad.

“Whenever something happens, you just throw the blame on someone else. You caused the problem yet push it onto the weak to take the fall so you can keep your hands clean. You’re just the epitome of despicable shamelessness! Get lost!”

Natalie cried out in pain, her messy hair obscuring her vision.

“Natalie, you-” Jason was speechless, fully aware it was his fault. “But nothing happened to you, so why are you bothered?”

Natalie smirked coldly, keeping silent. In a few days, she’d return those words to him. She bent down to pick up the design drafts from the floor.

Jason frowned and asked, “Natalie, are you really a designer? Didn’t you grow up in an impoverished town?”

“Yeah. That’s why you all look down on me, isn’t it? I was abandoned at birth. I was just an infant then. I didn’t have any choice in my life. That’s not my fault and it has nothing to do with your family. So could you just leave?”

Jason felt a pang in his heart as he saw Natalie’s eyes calm again. He wanted to say he didn’t mean it that way, but his words failed him, and he left in long strides.

But the image of Natalie being upset over those design drafts lingered in his mind, and he realized he’d gone too far. He thought it was Natalie who had pushed him to this point, convincing himself he wasn’t wrong.

After Jason left, Natalie picked up all the design drafts and realized many were now unusable. She wiped her tears, not losing hope, reminding herself that time would make everything right.

She knew she’d eventually deal with all of them. She sat in her office chair and took a deep breath. She grabbed a damp tissue to wipe her eyes, feeling much better afterward. Yet she couldn’t figure out what was bothering her. The tears just kept coming.