After closing the window, Elena took a deep breath to calm herself. Just as she was about to lie down, the doorbell rang downstairs.
Nathaniel was still downstairs. As soon as the door opened, a figure rushed straight in.
"Nate…"
Seeing the tear-streaked woman in front of him, Nathaniel sidestepped. "Why are you here?"
Gwendolyn cried as she stepped forward, trying to grab his arm, but he dodged again, making her sob even harder. "Nate, you're mad at me, aren't you? I just thought we'd raise this child together as husband and wife, so I treated them well. I never intended to create any misunderstandings, and I certainly never meant to hurt Ms. Blackwood."
Her words stirred nothing in Nathaniel. He didn't care. "It doesn't matter anymore. Since you're here, I'll get straight to the poi
