The President’s Mistake A Tale of Love and Regret

Koen dragged the agitated Ozzy out of the room, while Sawyer, who had an injury on his forehead that was inflamed, had his medical dressing removed by a nurse and was taken for rebandaging.

The room fell silent. Freya stared at the white ceiling, enveloped in a profound sense of confusion.

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He had driven her to the brink, yet he always held on to her tightly at the most critical moments. He had pushed her to her limits but seemed unwilling to let her go when it mattered most.

Freya was exhausted and no longer interested in debating the issue of Luna or dwelling on the past with the Gomez family. She was simply worn out.

However, Ozzy's recent words had pierced her heart like a knife, causing sharp pangs of pain.

Despite her severe injuries, Freya's wounds were mostly superficial and healing quickly.

Sawyer had practically lived in her hospital room, either peeling apples or bringing her hot water. His constant reminder to "drink more hot water" had become a catchphrase.

Nathaniel's team was on the verge of taking drastic action against Sawyer, but they were rebuffed by his claim of "friendship," which silenced them.

After spending three days in the intensive care unit, Freya was moved to a general ward that resembled a recovery center.

Her daily routine involved changing dressings, resting, taking walks in the small garden outside, and interacting with therapeutic animals provided by the private hospital.

Freya was surprised to find a tabby cat in the hospital, which, despite lacking a prestigious lineage, had become a favorite among the patients.

For days, Freya had not seen Nathaniel. She only heard from Ozzy, who pointedly mentioned that Nathaniel had woken up and was being flirted with by several attractive nurses.

Freya found this situation somewhat amusing but was unsure of how to move forward.

She had been waiting for Nathaniel to approach her, but he never did. They were caught in an unprecedented state of cold war in a foreign land.

Freya often wondered what he was thinking. If he truly had feelings for her, why did he have such an affair with Luna? If he didn't care for her, why would he risk his life to save her in the high seas?

If Freya had died at High Seas, it might have been a relief for Nathaniel.

He wouldn't have to deal with complicated inheritance issues or many other problems. The entanglements between the Gomez and Morgan families would be resolved, which might seem like a good thing to him.

Freya sat in a chair, gazing up at the clear blue sky with a particularly affectionate tabby cat curled up on her lap.

After soaking up the sun, she decided it was time to talk to Nathaniel about the divorce agreement. Procrastination wasn't helpful for anyone; she needed to address the issue directly.

Although confronting him about his affair with Luna would embarrass him, these things needed to be said.

Mason's injuries were severe, and the psychological trauma made his condition unstable.

After treating his arm, he was sent to a psychological clinic on the outskirts of Pontenero. This clinic was found with Ozzy's help.

Freya had planned to visit her brother, but the psychologist advised her to wait a few more days. Mason had suffered significant psychological trauma, and the recent shock had worsened his mental state.

Despite being Mason's sister, Freya's sudden appearance could cause strong psychological reactions.

The doctor suggested that Mason needed more time to recover before meeting Freya.

Freya had to suppress her strong desire to see her brother and decided to discuss the divorce with Nathaniel first. Once that was settled, she would take Mason back home.

As she bent down to place the cat on the floor and stood up, she noticed the two bodyguards moving with her.

These bodyguards had been sent by Nathaniel. Ozzy conveyed Nathaniel's message.

Although Michael had escaped, he was still a dangerous individual, and Freya remained at risk.

To avoid complications, Nathaniel

had chosen not to involve the police,

as public intervention could

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negatively impact their image and affect Morgan Group's stock market.

Financial magnates like Nathaniel and Sawyer preferred to handle such matters themselves.

Freya accepted the protection arranged by Nathaniel. She didn't want to cause additional trouble for everyone. Sometimes, compliance is a form of virtue.

Nathaniel's room was on the eighth floor. The private hospital had an excellent environment and top-notch facilities, rivaling East Saeville Nursing Home in Saeville.

Nathaniel was still in the intensive care unit, and his condition was serious. Both the attending physician and Ozzy had warned him to rest.

Before arriving at the hospital, Freya had asked a hospital staff member to buy a bouquet of flowers for Nathaniel.

Despite her concerns about his affair with Luna, she felt she owed him gratitude for saving her life. Thus, she decided to send him the flowers as a token of thanks.

She carried a bouquet and took the elevator up to the eighth floor. As soon as she stepped out, she overheard a conversation around the corner.

"Is everything okay here?"

"It's fine. Mr. Nathaniel has shares in this private hospital. We've also stationed a few people on the seventh floor."

"By the way, have you noticed that Miss Luna hasn't been around recently? She usually handles Mr. Nathaniel's security here in Pontenero."

"Shh! Something's happened!"

"What do you mean? I saw Miss Luna recently!"

"No wonder the staff from her side has been replaced recently. What exactly happened?"

Cough!

A man's voice suddenly came from behind Freya. Her two bodyguards, who had followed her, didn't want to see their colleagues punished by Mr. Nathaniel for gossiping, so they cleared their throats to alert them.

The group fell silent and turned to see Mrs. Morgan, their expressions turning to

surprise.

"Hello, Mrs. Morgan!"

"Good to see you, Mrs. Morgan!"

"Mrs. Morgan!"

Several staff members came over to

greet her Freya wasn't one to

eavesdrop, but she was curious about the mention of Luna's disappearance. It seemed she had missed something important.

She nodded and asked, "Which room is Mr. Nathaniel in?"

"I'll show you, Mrs. Morgan!" A slender young man quickly stepped forward to lead

her to Mr. Nathaniel's room.

It was nearly noon when Freya arrived. Nathaniel had just had his medication

changed and was alone in his room.

Freya stood outside the door, looking through the glass.

The room was divided into two parts: the outer section had a sofa and some

potted plants.

Nathaniel, dressed in a loose hospital gown, sat on the sofa, intently working on

his laptop.

His serious demeanor and the cold, intense atmosphere around him made the environment feel very stark.