Billionaire's Broken Trust

CHAPTER 7

(Natalie's POV)

Dr. Famous offered me a warm smile as he saw me descending the stairs and approaching him. He was sitting on one of our black couches, waiting for me and my husband's arrival.

"Franklin will be with you shortly," I let Dr. Famous know, and he smiled at me.

A few moments later, Franklin came downstairs with an angry face and stopped to greet Dr. Famous in the living room.

Dr. Famous stood up and shook hands with Franklin. "Good morning, Mr. Howard."

Franklin shook hands with Dr. Famous and replied, "Welcome, Doc."

"Your wife already told me what happened, but I would like to perform a few tests on you to determine what truly happened and where you were drugged," Dr. Famous said. But Franklin remarked, "You don't have to worry yourself with that, Doc. I will get to the bottom of this matter myself, but I'm feeling a little better now."

"Are you sure, Mr. Howard? I would like to draw a blood sample to perform a few tests and identify the cause of the problem. How about we meet at the hospital tomorrow for further investigation?" Dr. Famous suggested, but Franklin's expression hardened.

"It's alright, Doc. Just go ahead with the test first. I will still visit the hospital tomorrow. I cannot let this matter slide. My wife took advantage of the fact that her sister came to visit us and drugged me. I don't know what her true intentions were, but I won't let this slide—we had other plans to end our marriage. So why would she drug me?"

Dr. Famous looked at us in shock upon hearing Franklin speak about divorcing me.

"I didn't drug him. I've never drugged you before, Franklin. What did you go out to do with Amelia? She could have drugged you because she wanted to sleep with you!" I shouted back.

"Amelia already told me she would be coming back to get you. Why won't you think of her as the culprit instead of always blaming me first!"

My eyes reddened with tears after I shouted at Franklin, who was glaring at me.

Dr. Famous quickly interjected, "That's enough, Mr. Howard. You don't have to argue with your wife about this. Why would Mrs. Howard drug you? You've been living together and obviously sleeping with each other before. There's no way your wife took advantage of you. Did you eat out last night?"

Franklin's blue eyes flashed with anger at me as he shifted his gaze to Dr. Famous, who was preparing his syringe to draw blood while wearing gloves.

Franklin pinched the space between his brows and replied, "I did, Doc, but that's because Natalie refused to let me eat her food. She didn't want her sister to eat the food she cooked, so obviously she had drugged me in the morning or afternoon, but the drug didn't take effect then."

Dr. Famous smiled after hearing what Franklin said and replied, "What about when you went out yesterday? Did you by chance leave your meal unattended? Maybe that's when the person you went out with drugged you."

Franklin's eyes narrow. "No way. Amelia would never drug me. She was waiting for me to return from the restroom just after the waiter served our meals. Amelia didn't touch any of the food," Frank snapped, defending her. Dr. Famous replied, "It's possible she opened the meals and drugged you. It's very risky to leave your food at a restaurant and return to it, especially when you're not with a trusted person. I think you should consider the matter carefully before accusing your wife."

Dr. Famous advised Frank, "Your wife has been with you for some time now, and accusations like this aren't good. You should trust her, since she's prepared your meals in the past."

Franklin remained quiet, not responding, and allowed Dr. Famous to draw his blood.

Once Dr. Famous was finished, Franklin thanked him. Dr. Famous advised him not to accuse me of the incident again and gave Franklin some medicine to relieve his symptoms.

As Franklin shut the door behind Dr. Famous, he turned to me in the living room and said, "You think I'll let this go? No way. You're going to be locked up for the crimes you committed. I wanted to end our marriage, and you took this step to make me sleep with you!"

I didn't reply. Then we heard the sound of a car arriving at our home once more.

Franklin moved to peek outside through the curtains to see who it was, and he stood there looking out.

I rushed to the other window and peeped out. It was Amelia again. She wore a silver dress with her full chest exposed and silver shoes. She picked her black handbag from her car before locking it.

How could Amelia be so bold as to show up at my husband's house again after what she did last night?

Franklin moved away from the window to unlock the door for Amelia, but I rushed ahead, pushed past him, and stormed out to confront her.

"You bìtch! You fụcking drugged my husband last night so he would sleep with you!" I pounced on Amelia, beating her and taking her off guard. Franklin rushed to separate us and dragged me away from her.

I made sure to slap Amelia hard across her pretty yellow face. Luckily, she had braided her hair; otherwise, I could have yanked off her wig.

"Are you crazy, Natalie?! How dare you lay your hands on Amelia?!" Franklin shouted at me, but I wasn't satisfied.

I rushed to look for a stick, as I wanted to deal with Amelia. This was my home, my marriage, and she wouldn't get involved with my husband and go scot-free. I cut a small branch from a flowering plant, and Amelia's eyes widened at the sight of it.

"Natalie! Put that stick away!" Franklin shouted, but I ignored him and advanced to discipline her. She had drugged my husband last night, and I couldn't let it go.

I swung ahead as Amelia hid behind Franklin, who glared at me. "Give me that stick, Natalie, or throw it away!" Franklin ordered.

"No, Franklin! Move aside now, or I won't hesitate to discipline you and Amelia!" Amelia's eyes reddened with tears; because she hadn't expected me to attack her.

"You wouldn't dare, Natalie. You'll go to jail if you lay a finger on me!" Amelia snarled from behind Franklin's back.

Meanwhile, the security man at our mansion's gate rushed over upon seeing the commotion.

"Natalie, throw that stick away," Franklin said seriously, his expression hardening.

"No way! I'd rather go to jail than let this bìtch go without revenge!" I shouted back, forgetting that Amelia was my sister—my older half-sister, only a month older. But she never acted like a sister.

I rushed at Amelia, who ran back to her car. Quickly, I started whipping her with the branch as she struggled to shut the car door, thinking I was crazy.

Franklin ran up, grabbed the stick from my hand—it was more like a cane—and tossed it away. Then he hit me aside.

"Are you crazy?!" Franklin growled as he shoved me aside from Amelia's car door to check if she was alright.