Deceiving Her Ears: Ignoring Your Call-Chapter 140: You Leave Too

Matthew strode in, still in shock, and asked Natalie, "Nat, you just said, who died?"

"Her, Lydia Fletcher." Natalie looked at her father, "Car accident."

Matthew suddenly covered his mouth, full of disbelief.

"Hahaha! Wonderful! Retribution!" Cynthia exclaimed joyously, even clapping her hands.

After all, she was her biological mother.

Natalie felt a stab in her heart as she heard her father rebuke, "Shut up! No matter what, it’s still a life. How can you be so cold-hearted!"

"Me, cold-hearted? Matthew Beckett! You’re the least qualified to say that in the whole world! Have you forgotten Annie? She was waiting for you until the end, but what were you doing? You were with that bitch Lydia Fletcher and this bastard!"

Cynthia pointed at Natalie, "You were happily celebrating birthdays with them! Wasn’t Annie’s life worth anything? She was my most cherished daughter!"

"I’m going to say it! Lydia Fletcher deserved to die! Died too well! Serves her right! She should have died long ago!"

"Enough!" Matthew growled, full of disgust, "I think you’re really insane! Nat, come with me."

After saying that, he turned and left.

Natalie followed.

Before leaving the Buddha Hall, she glanced back.

Cynthia was still smiling, only there seemed to be tears flickering in her eyes.

The study.

Matthew listened to Natalie recount how Cynthia had someone blatantly attempt to abduct Lydia Fletcher’s son, Jordan Rivers, in the mall today, both angry and helpless.

"She’s been getting crazier these years. I can’t control her anymore. I’ve already had people contact a sanatorium, planning to send her there. Professional matters need to be handled by professionals. Their mental health treatment is well-known."

Natalie understood.

The so-called sanatorium was actually a mental hospital.

A husband was going to send his wife to a mental hospital.

This couple, what a satire.

"Nat, when did you and your biological mother get in touch with each other?"

Natalie: "A while back, happened to run into each other at the airport."

Matthew nodded, then suddenly asked abruptly, "Did she ever say anything to you before she died?"

Natalie furrowed her brows slightly, not quite understanding.

She looked at her dad: "What do you mean?"

Matthew’s eyes flickered, and he promptly said, "No, nothing. I was just... I’m too shocked. Life is truly unpredictable. Sigh. I’ll visit her another day. By the way, where is she buried?"

Actually, Natalie hadn’t seen any emotions other than shock in her dad’s reaction.

Like sadness.

None at all.

After all, they once shared happy times together, yet he’s so indifferent.

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As Natalie just entered, Isaac hurriedly came out upon hearing the sound.

"Little Ear."

Natalie changed her shoes and walked inside, asked, "Where’s Jordan?"

"Cried himself tired, now asleep."

She pushed open the guest room door.

Natalie walked in, watching the small figure sleeping on the bed, curled up, looking very insecure.

He was surely terrified today.

Natalie was a bit worried that he might fall ill.

Her hand reached out wanting to touch Jordan’s little face, but it suddenly stopped just a few centimeters away.

Retracting her hand, Natalie turned and walked out.

At the door.

Isaac stopped her: "Starting tomorrow, I’ll get a couple of people to follow you. It won’t affect you at all."

"No need. The Rivers family will arrive tomorrow, let them take Jordan with them."

Natalie paused, looked at him, and said flatly: "Pack your things tonight; when Jordan leaves tomorrow, you leave too."