Chapter 377

Murray shook his head and said, “He was wearing a black coat and standing with his back to me. I couldn’t remember who he was in the dream, and Jennifer never mentioned him.”

Natalie’s eyes were filled with deep disappointment.

Murray was equally troubled, wanting to remember more, but he just couldn’t.

Natalie smiled and said, “Then stop worrying. You’ll see him again. This time, everything can start over, so don’t just focus on revenge. Work hard and make the company stronger.

“Only by being strong can we overcome any difficulty. We’ll level up and strive to become world billionaires.” Natalie looked at Murray with a bright smile, thinking, ‘I have so many tasks ahead.’

Murray sniffled a bit and said, “Alright! Let’s go for it!”

Seeing his childlike behavior, Natalie chuckled.

Emma’s eyes flickered. She breathed a sigh of relief, thinking, ‘Murray has finally dodged a bullet.’ She spoke lovingly, “Come on, let’s go have breakfast.”

Natalie helped Emma up, and together, they went to the kitchen.

The breakfast was sumptuous. Natalie and Murray chatted as they ate, creating a warm and joyful atmosphere. Emma was very relaxed.

After breakfast, Murray went to the company.

Natalie needed to return home for a while. She glanced at the time; it was still early. The snow had stopped the previous night, and the morning sunlight was a bit blinding, so she drove slowly.

After leaving the Spencer family’s gated community, a person suddenly dashed in front of her car and fell as she turned a corner. Natalie slammed on the brakes.

Her eyes widened in shock. She thought, ‘What just happened? Did I hit someone? No, the person jumped out suddenly. It’s a scam.’

Natalie quickly opened the car door and got out. She found Maris covered in blood.

Maris said, “Help… help me…”

Natalie was shocked. She asked, “Mrs. Wayne, what happened to you?” She looked at the nearby villa, thinking, ‘Did she climb out from the basement?’

Maris’s whole body was icy and turning purple.

Natalie used all her strength to help Maris up, half dragging and half pulling her into the car. Then she got into the driver’s seat and turned the heater to the maximum.

Maris had already fainted.

Natalie drove quickly to the hospital, using Bluetooth to call Chris.

Chris asked with a smile, “Hey, Natalie, it’s early morning. Do you want to join me for breakfast?”

Natalie said, “Chris, I’ll have breakfast with you next time. I have an emergency patient right now, and I need your help to treat her confidentially.”

Chris asked, “Confidential treatment? Girl, where did you find this patient?”

Natalie hesitated for a moment and said, “I picked her up on the road.”

Chris replied, “You’re a true doctor with luck on your side.”

Natalie was speechless. She said, “Chris, you get ready. I’ll get there as fast as I can.”

Chris reminded her, “No, it’s not safe to drive fast in this snowy weather. Take it easy. As long as that person is still breathing, we can save them, but you need to be careful for your own safety.”

Natalie chuckled and said, “Sure!”

She glanced at Maris in the back, thinking, ‘After the news about Camellia came out last night, she ended up in this situation. Is it Jennifer or Colin? The villa just now doesn’t belong to the Wayne family, why was she there?’

Natalie turned on the seat heater, looking worriedly at Maris’s legs. She said, “Mrs. Wayne, hang in there. We’re almost at the hospital.”

However, Maris had already passed out and couldn’t hear anything.

Forty minutes later, Natalie drove into the hospital’s underground parking. Chris had been waiting there for some time. Because it was a confidential treatment, he only brought his assistant.

“Chris,” Natalie said as she parked the car and got out.

Seeing Natalie anxious, Chris reassured her, “Don’t worry, I’m here.” He and his assistant went over to help Maris out of the car and placed her onto a stretcher.

The three of them quickly pushed Maris to the examination room.

At 11 a.m., Easton finished his morning meeting and checked the time, then his phone. Natalie hadn’t called him.

Before she left, even when they had arguments, Natalie would always remind him to eat. Knowing he had stomach issues in winter, she’d make soup for him in advance, waiting for him to come home to eat.

He opened his phone and looked at his message thread with Natalie, which hadn’t been updated in nine months. Most of the messages were from Natalie, and he rarely replied or just sent a brief Okay.

Frustrated, Easton tossed his phone aside. He thought, ‘Is that how I treated Natalie before?’

There were millions of men out there. Even without him, plenty would want to treat Natalie well. She was beautiful and talented. Plenty of guys would be happy to stay for her if she wanted.

But in his life, Natalie was the only one willing to stay with him. Yet last night, Natalie told him her love was a mistake made out of youthful impulse, ignoring advice.

Her affection seemed incredibly precious because she didn’t heed the advice and went forward without hesitation.

Easton had thought that since Natalie had moved back in, they could return to the way things were. But the reality was different from what he had expected.

Easton shut his eyes, hiding the emotions lingering beneath. He thought, ‘But there seems to be some connection between Natalie and Murray!’

Easton opened his eyes. He glanced at the door and said in a low voice, “Come in.”

Xavier walked in and said, “Mr. Garcia, Ms. Simpson is here and insists on seeing you.”

Easton was irritated. He said, “Tell her to leave!”

Wesley said as he walked in with a playful grin, “Easton, you’ve changed. Who is Jennifer? The woman you loved the most, how could you tell her to go?”

Standing under the lights, wearing a white coat, Wesley looked exceptionally classy, with well-defined features and a commanding presence.

Easton knitted his brows and asked, “Why are you here?”

Wesley said, “Just came to see you. Recently, there has been quite a commotion among several elite families in Shagrity, even your ex-wife…”

Easton said, “Wesley, she’s not my ex-wife. She’s still my wife.”

Wesley was amused by Easton’s words. Noticing Easton’s annoyance, he sarcastically said, “When I said Natalie was your wife, you were always so cold about it, saying she’s not your wife, the one you want to marry is Jennifer.”

Easton shuddered violently. He suddenly stood up, unable to believe such words came from him. He said, “Wesley, stop faking and talking nonsense; I never said anything like that.”

Wesley shook his head and said, “You did say it. You just don’t remember. After Jennifer left, when you were drinking with us, you said those words. Haven’t you heard that a drunk heart speaks a sober mind?”

Easton clenched his hands tightly, thinking, ‘Did I really say that? Did I have feelings for Jennifer?’

Looking back now, Easton realized that there were no feelings; Jennifer’s push-and-pull actions led to his illusions. Xavier had once reminded him, it was the unattainable that seemed most appealing.

Actually, Jennifer also knew he didn’t love her. And she didn’t love him either; what Jennifer loved was the 1.5 million he gave her every month.

Easton repaid the wrong favor. He thought with regret, ‘What have I done for the person who saved my life?’

Easton asked Wesley coldly, “Did you need something from me?”