Turning Of The Tide (Natalie and Trevon)

A gentle breeze blew. The birds chirped and twittered, trying to break the silence of the cemetery, creating a sad chorus.

The birds sang for a long time. Perhaps they felt they could not break the hush and thus decided to stop. The surroundings fell quiet instantly, as though time had frozen.

Trevon was wearing sunglasses and a black sweater suit, standing in front of a tombstone in silence. His sharp facial features were filled with coldness. Even with sunglasses on, one could feel the icy aura around him.

Jim stood behind, not even daring to breathe loudly. Jim didn’t know why Mr. Wilson came to the cemetery so early in the morning. Mr. Wilson didn’t even buy flowers or anything else. Did Mr. Wilson really come to pay respects to the dead? After standing for about half an hour, Jim’s imagination had gone wild.

Trevon's eyes were menacing. Trevon looked at the tombstone of Barron through the lens of his sunglasses as if he could stare through it. Then, Trevon looked at Jenny’s tombstone beside Barron's, and Trevon’s eyes. softened.

After standing for a few more minutes, Trevon turned around and spoke to Barron with a cold expression, “Retribution should be coming soon.” After a moment of silence, Trevon turned around and left without hesitation.

Looking at his boss's strange actions, Jim was very confused. Although Jim was puzzled, his feet still followed his boss closely.

At the foot of the mountain, Jim unlocked the car. Trevon slid into the backseat. Jim opened the door of the driver's seat and went in. Through the rearview mirror, Jim asked his boss, “Mr. Wilson, are we heading back to the company?” Trevon did not answer the question. Instead, Trevon instructed Jim, “Don’t tell her we came to the cemetery.” Trevon was referring naturally to Natalie. Jim nodded. “Okay. Are you heading to the company?” “Yeah.” Things usually come in waves, bringing both joy and sorrow.

When it was almost time to get off work, the door of Natalie’s consultation room was open and Emily crashed in. Yes, Emily did not push the door open. Emily had slammed it open.

There was another patient in the consultation room. The patient was shocked by the sudden sound and turned to look at the person at the door.

Natalie glared at Emily at the door and spoke first. “If you've come for a doctor’s consultation, take a number.” When Natalie said that, the patient, who was sitting down, looked at Emily as if Emily was a lunatic.

Emily was not blind. How could Emily not understand the overt gaze? Emily snapped at the patient, “What are you looking at? Have you never seen a beautiful woman before?” The patient was speechless. He thought, “Do you have some misunderstanding about the word ‘beautiful? I'm looking at you because you look like a lunatic.” Then, the patient retracted his gaze and looked at Natalie.

sympathetically. “Mrs. Wilson, it’s quite difficult to be a doctor. You are very admirable.” Natalie heard the sarcasm and returned the medical record to the patient with a smile. “Pay at the counter. You can get the medicine after payment. If you still don’t understand how to take the medicine, come and find me.” “Alright, Mrs. Wilson. Thank you.” After the patient left, Emily sat on the chair and went straight to the point. “Dad was arrested. Tell Mr. Wilson to get Dad out.” Only then did Natalie look at the lunatic sitting opposite her. Emily was so close that Natalie could clearly see the subtle slap marks on both sides of Emily's face. Natalie remembered that Peggy had hit one side of Emily’s face that day, not both sides.

Either Emily had been hit by Peggy again when Emily went back, or Max had done it.

However, Natalie did not intend to ask. Emily had chosen this path and the person. Natalie said calmly, without a trace of concern in her tone, “What did he do this time?” Emily didn’t like Natalie's tone and criticized Natalie. “What do you mean? You didn’t save my mother when she went to jail. Dad is your biological father, and yet you're still so indifferent. Natalie, is your heart made of stone?” Natalie leaned back in her chair and crossed her arms on the table. There was no warmth in Natalie’s eyes as Natalie looked at Emily coldly and said, “He didn’t raise me at all. All he did was sleep with my mother. Why must | be grateful to him? Is there something wrong with you? “To me, he’s at most a DNA donor. | have made my biggest concession to him when | put him out of sight and out of mind. So don’t come to bother me.” Emily was dissatisfied. If Harry went to jail too, she would become a joke in the circle. “Mr. Wilson treats you like a treasure. It would take only one sentence from you and you wouldn't help? Do you want your mother-in-law and the others to look down on you? Do you think it's glorious for Dad to go to jail?” Emily recalled the scene of Trevon’s proposal. Emily was so jealous that she could explode. How could this bitch be so lucky? Look at herself. Last night, Emily wanted to consummate her marriage with Max after registering her marriage.

Wearing sexy pajamas, Emily repeatedly seduced and tried her best. Not only did Max not put out, but Max also dragged Emily out of bed and let her sleep next door.

With a marriage license in her hand, Emily was naturally much bolder. Emily said to Max without holding back, “Are you dead? How can you not react when I'm already like this?” As soon as she said this, Emily was slapped. Max did not end there. Max continued hurling kicks and punches at her until Emily curled up in pain.

Max did not return for the entire night. Emily was the only one in the huge room. There was not even a maid left to take care of her.

There were many bruises on Emily’s body. The more Emily thought about it, the more she felt that something was wrong with Max. Thinking back, Peggy was also acting very strange. It was odd that the marriage had gone through so smoothly.

Emily’s thoughts drifted, but Natalie pulled Emily back. “Trevon is a human, not a god. Besides, Trevon wouldn't do anything illegal. Harry must have been arrested because he broke the law. Otherwise, do you. think the police arrested him because they like him and want to chitchat?” Natalie had no sympathy at all. Call her cold-blooded or unfilial, but Natalie could not sympathize with Harry. “Use your brain.

Without concrete evidence, the police will not fall in love with Harry. Go back and ask the father whom you like what he did wrong.

“Your father won't be able to come out even if you stay here for a day. Instead of wasting time here, why don’t you investigate the truth? Furthermore, seeing how miserable you are looking, let me remind you not to accuse a man of being impotent. You'll be beaten. up that way.

“Don't look at me like that. | don’t owe you anything. At most, both of us. share the same DNA donor. Other than that, there’s nothing else. You were the one who did everything you could to pester Max. You are living your dream now. Don’t complain. No one owes you anything.” Emily stared at Natalie with wide eyes, searching Natalie's face. “So there's something wrong with Max? You knew from the beginning, didn’t you? You deliberately keep it from me.” Natalie narrowed her eyes and looked at Emily as if Natalie was looking at a fool. “Mrs. Wilson: Doesn't this title sound good to you? Isn't this the title you want? If | had told you earnestly before you register your marriage, ‘Emily, you must not marry him. He can’t give you sex. You have to change your mind.” After Natalie's voice changed and Natalie went on, “If | had said that and you had listened to me, pigs would fly. With the persecutory paranoia which you inherited from your mother’s womb, you won't believe me. | would be thankful if you only thought | was preventing you from marrying into a rich family.

“Besides, how would | know if Max Wilson is capable of sex or not? Shouldn't you know? There's a difference between reality and fantasy, Emily. Don’t daydream every day. If you have time, read more books and educate your brain.” Emily was speechless. Yes, if Natalie had said that to her before they registered their marriage, Emily would definitely think that Natalie had an ulterior motive.

After all, Emily did not think that Natalie would be kind to her.

Emily did not continue to coerce or pester Natalie today. Emily left in disappointment. It was unknown if it was because Emily was disappointed or if she had other thoughts.

Natalie didn’t want to care anymore. Her days were getting better day by day. Why should Natalie put her focus on irrelevant people? Besides, it was Emily’s own choice. No one forced Emily to marry Max.

Emily was the one who was stupid and wanted to get married. How could a family like Max's agree to wed so easily? If Emily had spent a minute. thinking about it, Emily might not jump into the trap.

Sherri pushed the door open and entered. Sherri turned her head to check outside. “What's going on? Did the nympho come looking for trouble with you again?” Natalie shook her head and took off her white coat. Natalie said truthfully, “No, Harry was taken away by the police. Emily wanted me to save him, but | refused.” Sherri was silent for a while before asking, “What did Harry do?” “Who knows? | don’t want to know either.” Sherri knew that Harry was an indelible injury to Natalie. Natalie did not experience fatherly love, only abuse. It was traumatic for Natalie. Thus, Sherri stopped asking and changed the topic. “When are we going to Sapphire City?” Natalie thought for a moment. “Why don’t we go two days in advance? | want to accompany my aunts too. Are you able to make time?” Sherri patted her chest and said affirmatively, “I'll definitely be fine. | still have my annual leave. Besides, the wedding date is still far away.” Then, Sherri asked again, “Have you asked Mr. Wilson if we can hold a wedding together? | dreamed of us getting married together last night.” Oh no. Natalie had been a little busy recently and had forgotten about it temporarily. Natalie covered her guilt by clearing her throat. “I'll go back and ask tonight.” “Alright, I'll tell Rose later. Let's not tell Ava yet and give her a big surprise.

Natalie made a gesture. “Okay