After speaking, Loretta turned and left, clearly fuming. Only once she was gone did Sharon drop the look of sorrow and grievance from her face; a mocking smile tugged at her lips. That madwoman was Dr. Johnson’s wife! She never would have guessed she’d barge into the hospital to try and kill her. As for Johnson, Sharon had no idea. She only knew his phone no longer went through when she called. Looks like Johnson must have run into trouble. Good. That meant no one would ever know about the fake cancer scheme they had cooked up together. And if Johnson’s wife also ended up being dealt with by Loretta, then everything would be perfect. But Sharon’s thoughts inevitably drifted back to Natalie. How had she survived that night? Her body had been immobilized, the fire was massive, and yet she’d come out alive. And now her face carried far more strength, far more edge, than before. Worse still—Natalie knew about the fake cancer. If she ever told Jensen, then what? She’d only been gone a little over three months, so how had she come back under a whole new identity? Natalie? The Stone family? Had she really found her biological parents? Sharon’s mind worked furiously. Meanwhile, after leaving the hospital, Loretta immediately asked the aide at her side, “Where did Jensen go after he left?” “Mr. Jensen returned to the company.” “And that madwoman?”“It seems Mr. Jensen took her with him.” Her aide’s words made Loretta’s expression darken. At a time like this, he’s still trying to shield that woman Natalie? Loretta pulled out her phone and dialed Natalie’s number. At that moment, Natalie was playing with the children. Though the accident at the amusement park had left them shaken, with Natalie and Baron by their side, the two kids had finally relaxed. Baron even set work aside to stay home, playing games with Natalie and the children. The villa rang with laughter. Chris filmed the scene and sent it to Waylon. Waylon and Ruby were both beside themselves with worry, itching to sprout wings and fly straight to Ocean City. Ruby couldn’t resist placing a video call; she chatted with Natalie and the children for a while. Baron noticed Natalie’s tone with Ruby was still cool, but her feelings slipped through despite herself. He didn’t stop the kids from connecting with their relatives. The family was in the middle of this lively, heartwarming moment when Natalie’s phone suddenly rang. She glanced down—and froze for an instant. “What is it?” Baron saw her hesitation and walked over. “It’s Loretta calling.” That number was all too familiar to Natalie.During her five years with Jensen, Loretta had rarely interfered, rarely intruded on their time together. In Natalie’s memory, Loretta had been a decent elder. On holidays, she had even sent Natalie some gifts. And though Natalie and Jensen had since broken up, Loretta remained, in her eyes, the only elder who had shown her consistent kindness after she was cast out of the Summers family. For a moment, Natalie didn’t know whether she should pick up. When Baron heard it was someone from the Luke family, his eyes narrowed slightly. “What? This person treated you well?” “Yes; over the past five years, she’s shown me a lot of care.” Natalie was someone who remembered kindness. Whatever lay between her and Jensen, that was between them; she didn’t want it to affect her view of Loretta. Baron could see that clearly. With a low sigh, he said, “Then answer it. Might as well see what she wants.” Natalie laughed at his tone. “Don’t look like some abandoned little wife; it’s just a call from an elder.” “Oh.” Baron’s reply was flat. Natalie shook her head, then swiped to answer. “Madam.” The moment Loretta heard her voice, she spoke.“Natalie, have I treated you unfairly these past years?” “No.” Natalie was straightforward; Loretta had indeed treated her well. Hearing this, some of the fire in Loretta’s chest cooled. “Since I haven’t treated you poorly, then now that you’re back, why haven’t you come to see me?” “Auntie, Jensen and I have broken up. And I just returned to the country, I haven’t had the chance yet.” “Then let’s meet. Half an hour from now, Swanson Café. I’ll wait for you there.” With that, Loretta hung up. Natalie stared at the phone, momentarily dazed. Loretta’s tone hadn’t changed much, but Natalie could hear it—she was angry. Why? Because of the design fees I had demanded from Jensen? Natalie’s eyes darkened.