After visiting Caroline, Natalie went to see Louis.
In just one day, stubble had formed across the man’s face, and the suit he wore was the same as before, though now covered in dust.
She gave him a complicated look. “Do you regret it? That night.”
Louis slowly lifted his head at the sound of her voice, and when he saw her, the corners of his lips tugged into a faint, bitter smile. “How could I not regret it afterward? She’s my cousin. I should have protected her.”
She wasn’t surprised by the answer; she had expected it. But honestly, Natalie still felt it was a pity.
In the past, when Louis worked under her, he had been the most capable subordinate she had. If she hadn’t received information before returning and realized he had changed sides, she wouldn’t have abandoned him so easily
