Chapter 228 Natalie Hangs Up Fast
Jensen froze for a moment. <i>Natalie </i><i>had </i><i>blocked </i><i>me</i><i>? </i><i>How </i><i>could </i><i>that </i><i>be</i><i>? </i>
Refusing to believe it, he searched for her WhatsApp ount, but no matter how he tried, he couldn’t find it.
Panic tightened in his chest.
“Give me your phone,” he ordered the butler.
The butler didn’t understand why, but still handed it over.
Jensen dialed the number from memory, but the call didn’t go through; then he remembered -Natalie had changed her number.
Last time, he had only gotten it because Hansel had tracked it down for him.
Staring at the unfamiliar digits on the screen, Jensen felt a twist of bitterness.
Natalie had always been sentimental.
She had stayed with him for five years without ever changing her number–because that number was tied to the date they had first met.
And now <i>she </i><i>had </i><i>even </i><i>given </i><i>that </i><i>up</i><i>? </i>His throat worked as he swallowed, an ache rising out of nowhere.
He dialed her new number.
Natalie was just finishing thest strokes of her design when her phone rang. Without looking, she swiped to answer.
“Who is this?<b>” </b>
Hearing her voice made Jensen’s eyes sting.
“Natalie, it’s me.”
Her brows pinched together. <i>Didn’t </i><i>I </i><i>block </i><i>him </i><i>already</i><i>? </i>
ncing at the caller ID, she saw it was an unfamiliar number and immediately understood.
“What do you want?”
The chat logs had thoroughly disgusted her; she didn’t even want to speak to him.
Jensen heard the chill in her tone and rushed to say, “My mother’s missing. Do you know where she <b>is</b><b>?</b><b>” </b>
“Your mother’s missing–what the heck does that have to do with me? If something happened, call the police, I can’t help you with anything.”
Natalie ended the call.
The droning busy signal rang in Jensen’s ears, making him feel sick and empty.
“Mr. Jensen,” the butler said quickly, “why does Natalie sound so arrogant with you now? Was all that gentle sweetness before just an act?”
“Shut up!”
Jensen shot her a re and shoved the phone back at her.
“If I hear you say one more bad word about Natalie, you’re finished.”
With that, he strode away.
Just then, a car pulled up in front of him.
“Mr. Jensen? I’m Natalie’s attorney. I’d like to discuss the matter of those chat logs you sent her.”
A man stepped out, gold–rimmed sses perched on his nose; one look, and it was clear he wasn’t someone to be taken lightly. <fnc5cf> ???s ??????? ?s ?????? ?? Find~Novel</fnc5cf>
Jensen’s brow furrowed.
Of course he knew about the chat logs.
His intention had been simple, to push Natalie into contacting him so they could reminisce about their past, maybe soften her feelings toward him again.
<i>But </i>now <i>she </i><i>had </i><i>sent </i><i>a </iwyer? A crushing weight pressed on his chest until he could hardly breathe.
“Schedule with my assistantter. My mother’s gone missing–I need to find her first.”
He sidestepped the issue.
Thewyer didn’t press; the matter wasn’t going away anyway. Mr. Baron’s instruction was to first see what Jensen wanted out of this.
Jensen climbed into his car and drove straight to the hospital.
Sharon, still shaken from Natalie’s beating yesterday, had been in a panic–terrified something might happen to the child she carried–so she had demanded endless tests from the doctors
and nurses.
Now that things had finally calmed down, Jensen pushed open the door.
“Jensen? You’re here!”
Sharon brightened instantly, starting to rise.
But Jensen only looked at her coldly. “Sharon, I might allow you <i>to </i>give birth to this child, but that doesn’t mean you get to stir up trouble. If I ever hear again that you spoke badly about Natalie to my mother, don’t me me for discarding this child. You should know–if I truly didn’t want it, not even my mother could stop me.”
Her happiness copsed, gone in a heartbeat.
“So you didn’te to see me today? You came to warn me not to touch Natalie?”
“Yes<b>.</b><b>” </b>
Jensen’s bluntness made her eyes burn with fury.
“But I’m your wife!”
“And you know exactly how you got that title. So behave yourself.”
Without another nce, he turned and walked out, unmoved by her angry cries.
Even seeing Sharon now left him irritated.
Outside the ward, Jensen suddenly remembered the madwoman. <i>That </i><i>lunatic </i><i>had </i>been sent <i>by </i>Natalie? <i>Could </i><i>that </i><i>really </i><i>be </i><i>true</i><i>? </i>
He called Hansel.
“That woman who attacked Sharon at the hospital–where is she?”
“She’s being held at the psychiatric hospital,” Hansel replied. He had thought the woman was clearly unstable, and since Jensen hadn’t ordered an interrogation, he’d simply sent her there.
Jensen frowned, his voice dropping. “Look into her identity–and why she attacked Sharon in the hospital. Do it quietly. Don’t alert anyone, especially not my mother.”