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Natalie squinted and looked in the direction of the voices. She saw Susan holding a small boy a little older than
Connor, sitting on the sofa and playing with some toys.
The boy sat on Susan's lap while she affectionately kissed and pinched the boy's cheeks.
On seeing this scene, Natalie's eyes twinkled, and she smiled.
Isn't this little Donald?
Susan is really gutsy to bring Donald to the Smith Residence. Is she not afraid of being exposed?
Since Susan had not noticed her arrival, Natalie called out to her. “Hello, Susan.”
As Susan's gaze turned to Natalie, all the motherly affection disappeared from her eyes, and her countenance
changed. “What are you doing here? Who asked you to come?”
“I'm here to see my dad.” Natalie headed toward the sofa and sat down in front of Susan and her son.
Seeing that Natalie did not stand on ceremony, Susan snorted coldly, “See your dad? Didn't you say that you no
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtlonger have a father? Who knows what's your real purpose in visiting this place?”
“This is none of your business,” Natalie spoke as she brushed her hair.
Susan rolled her eyes and gloated. “I heard that your marriage with Shane is on the drocks. Are you here to seek
your father for support since Shane wants you no more?”
Natalie knew that these words were meant to provoke her, so she laughed it off. “Sorry to disappoint you, but I
have yet to reach that point in life, nor do I need support from anyone. I can handle my own problems.”
Susan pouted, feeling that her efforts to irk Natalie were always futile.
“Say, Susan, is this child...” Natalie asked as if she did not already know.
Susan panicked and held Donald tight. She then pretended to be calm as she replied, “This is the son of a distant
cousin.”
“Oh, really. From what I can see, he really looks a lot like you.” Natalie's gaze traveled from Susan's face to Donald's
and then back again.
Donald inherited Susan's looks. There was a resemblance of fifty to sixty percent. In fact, he even looked a little like
Jasmine.
Susan panicked even more when Natalie said that Donald resembled her. The smile on her face faded instantly.
Barely managing to fake a smile on her face, she replied, “My cousin and I are related, so it's not strange if Donald
looks like me.”
“That makes sense.” Natalie laughed and said no more.
Hearing that, Susan was relieved, but she dared not stay longer lest she gave herself away. Hence, she hurriedly
went upstairs carrying the child.
Meanwhile, Natalie took a sip of tea from a teacup. Before long, Harrison returned, his face black like thunder.
“Why do you need to see me?” Harrison put down a bag of fishing equipment and asked coldly.
Only then did Natalie realized he had gone fishing, and she was rather surprised.
He went fishing?
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmWithout hesitation, Natalie put down her teacup and asked. “I am here to see you because I want to know whether
my mother hit someone with her car eighteen years ago, on the ninth of October?”
Hearing this, Harrison's face turned pale. “Why are you asking this?”
“Someone wants to frame my mother and destroy the relationship between me and my husband, Shane. So, I
wanted to find out the truth,” Natalie looked at him and said.
Harrison's eyes flickered. Then, he stood up, saying, “I don't know. You should go back.”
“No, I won't go. You know the truth.” Natalie stood up, too. “Your face says it all. You know what happened eighteen
years ago. You and my Mom were still married, so it's impossible that you don't.”
Harrison squeezed the tip of his walking cane and responded, “What does it matter whether I know or not?”
“I want you to tell me. Tell me whether Mom hit anyone with her car.” Natalie bit her lips.
Harrison sneered. “You should know this more than anyone else.”
Natalie froze. “What do you mean by that?”
I should know this?
How could I know something that happened eighteen years ago?
Even though she was about eight years old, and her memory was already developed a few years earlier, she was
sure that she had no memory of whatever happened then.