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Feel the Way You Feel, My Love Chapter 867
Even though the actress had paid the price, Calanda didn’t fare any better either. The latter had lost her rights to
be a designer when she messed with the actress’s gown. In the end, the Design Association blacklisted her and
removed her title as a top designer.
I never thought that Jessie’s mentor is her.
So the woman beside Jessie that day at the restaurant was probably Calanda.
“Did Ms. Mackenzie come to find you yesterday because she wanted to tell you this?” Sally glanced at Natalie.
Natalie shook her head. “Of course not. Ms. Mackenzie said she’s here to attend an old friend’s fashion show and a
seminar which she’s now on her way to.”
“I see.” Sally nodded with understanding.
Just then, Natalie’s phone rang again. It was from an unknown number.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtNatalie thought for a short moment before picking it up. “Hello, this is Natalie speaking.”
“Nat, it’s me.” Sean’s deep voice sounded on the other end of the line.
Natalie frowned and instinctively wanted to hang up the call.
Sean seemed to have guessed her subsequent action because he quickly added, “Nat, I have something to tell you.
It’s about your baby. Are you sure you want to hang up?”
Natalie paused for a second and said, “What did you say?”
“The doctor told me that there was a slight issue with your baby yesterday. I was going to tell you about it, but I
forgot. I just recalled it a while ago and called you instantly. Aren’t I caring?”
Natalie gripped her phone tightly and ignored his last sentence. “Did you say there’s a problem with my baby?”
“Nat, there’s a problem with your baby?” Sally was so bewildered that she repeated Natalie’s words.
Natalie didn’t reply to Sally and instead focused all of her attention on the call. She waited anxiously for Sean’s
answer.
Sean eyes glinted. “Yes.”
“What problem?” Natalie bit her lip.
Sean adjusted his glasses. “I’m not sure on the specifics, but you can consult the doctor for further clarification. All
right. That’s all I want to say. I’m about to leave, so I’ll see you next time.”
With that, he ended the call.
Natalie set her phone down, looking stricken.
Sally turned to her. “Nat, did that person say your baby has a problem?”
“Yes.” Natalie nodded.
I don’t believe Sean’s words.
But he asked me to consult a doctor. Does that mean that my baby really has a problem?
“It can’t be.” Sally frowned. “The doctor didn’t say anything when you were admitted into the hospital before. So,
what changed?”
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmNatalie was slightly comforted by Sally’s words, but she was still anxious.
Sally noticed the anxiety on Natalie’s face, so she massaged Natalie’s hand. “Relax. It’s probably nothing. How
about I accompany you to the hospital?”
“Sure.” Natalie nodded with a pale face. “But let’s head there afterward since we’ve already reached the prison.”
She parked her car and got off with Sally.
Sally went to request visitation.
However, the statement from the prison gave Natalie and Sally a shock. It turned out that Amy and Tiffanie weren’t
there. They were transferred to a larger and higher security prison.
I heard the high-security prison also houses violent and dangerous offenders. So Amy and Tiffanie shouldn’t have
been transferred there.
There’s obviously a problem here because they were transferred.
Sally’s face was pale as she got into the car. After a long silence, she started, “Nat, maybe you’re right. Maybe it
wasn’t Amy and Tiffanie.”
Natalie grasped the steering wheel tightly. “Maybe they took the fall for the real culprit, who then sent them into a
high-security prison so that nobody could visit them, thereby preventing them from telling the truth.”
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