Turning Of The Tide (Natalie and Trevon)

Chapter 119 The night sky outside the window was dyed red. The moon climbed above the treetops and cast a shadow over the land. The sky was filled with stars, and every one of them shone like diamonds.

Natalie and Sherri each held a cup of fruit juice and leaned against the balcony railing.

Natalie took a sip of her drink. The breeze penetrated her body. She adjusted her coat and said, “It is a little windy. Don’t go back tonight. Ruby is also asleep. She has been by your side recently. If you leave and she wakes up at night, she will. definitely look for you. You can bring her home tomorrow.” Sherri was not used to her daughter not being by her side. She thought for a moment and agreed. “I'll call my mother later.” A moment later.

Sherri thought of a question and said, “Natalie, will you forgive Mr. Wilson if he apologizes to you?” Natalie sneered. That was an unrealistic question. It was better not to think about it. “You're overthinking. It would be the entire world’s fault and not his Moreover, there wouldn't be anything as ridiculous as getting an apology from him.

Looking at her best friend’s indifferent attitude, Sherri didn’t say anything else.

The next morning, at 8:30 AM, Natalie received a message from Joseph. “Natalie, | bought you a treadmill. It should arrive today.

Be ready to receive it.” Natalie replied with a smile, Joseph, are you able to hear across miles or see from afar? How did you know that | wanted to buy a treadmill?” She originally planned to place an order last night but had forgotten about it after chatting with Sherri Joseph sent a laughing emoji “Both. | bought them a long time ago to catch you on your day off.” Natalie sent a heart emoji. It was not strange for her brother to know she was at home today because the bodyguard would report At the Turner Corporation in Azureland.

Aman in black overalls was reporting work with his head lowered. He was leaning on his walking stick and standing with great effort.

The man sat on the chair and listened to the bodyguard’s narration. His dark and deep eyes hid complicated emotions, and his well-defined handsome face was cold. His index finger knocked on the table, causing the bodyguard to tremble.

For a long time, the man did not make a sound.

The bodyguard was anxious. He spoke first, “I didn’t do well this time. lll go down and accept my punishment.” He didn’t dare to look up.

After a moment, the man spoke. His voice was deep and cold. “Do you know what you did wrong? If you answer correctly, you don’t have to be punished. If you're wrong, you'll be punished twice the amount.” The bodyguard’s mind spun quickly. “I was caught by the other party because | wasn’t on guard at all times,” After hearing that, the man snorted. “Pat, it seems like you still don’t know what you did wrong after working for me for so many years. You leaked her information?” When the bodyguard heard that, he seemed to be woken up from a dream. Yes, he had said the word “Miss” in a hurry back then, but he quickly changed his words. He shouldn't have been discovered.

Just as he was still thinking about it, the man continued. “Do you think the other party won’t notice since you spoke too quickly and successfully defended yourself? The ones arresting you were Trevon and Frank Roberts. Do you think he’s at fool, or you're a fool?” The bodyguard trembled. He knew that he could not escape the punishment. “Mr. Turner, | am at fault. Laccept the punishment.” Joseph's appearance was peerlessly handsome. He had a high nose bridge and distinct facial features. Every point exuded nobility and elegance, but he was not as gentle and approachable as he looked on the surface. When he was ruthless, he was no more benevolent than the man from that night.

“Didn’t Trevon say that | can take revenge on him at any time? If | don’t do anything. I'll disappoint him. I'll go and do something about his Athana commercial street project.” “Yes, Mr. Turner.” The bodyguard leaned on his walking stick and was about to leave when a man’s voice came from behind.

“Pat, the Turner family’s biggest taboo is not having a sealed mouth. Accounting for the fact that you've been with me for so many years, this is the first and last time.” Weekends always passed quickly. In the blink of an eye, it was Monday. Ruby was sent back to the Landor family.

As usual, Trevon woke up early and waited nervously for the ward round.

At 8:45 p.m., Natalie pushed the door open and entered as usual. “How are you today?” She did not call his name but asked That made the doctors beside Trevon feel a little impolite. After all, the director was very respectful when he came that day.

Trevon looked at the woman in front of him, who was still beautiful after giving birth. His gaze was glued to her face without blinking Such a straightforward look made Natalie very uncomfortable.

The people at the side were also waiting for Trevon’s answer. However, he did not say anything for a long time. They only found that his gaze was always on Mrs. Wilson's face, causing the people at the side to be suspicious.

Natalie turned around impatiently and asked Jim, “Did this gentleman speak yesterday? If he can’t speak, | suggest...

Trevon came back to his senses and interrupted her. He was afraid she would chase him out of her management, so he said truthfully. “My head hurts a little.” Seeing that he had spoken, Natalie put on the airs of a doctor and said, “It's abnormal if you're not in pain. Pain means that you're a normal person. Are there any other problems?” Trevon had never been so nervous before. Her questions came one after another, and Trevon was afraid of saying something wrong. It was just like the nervousness when a teacher asked a student to answer a question in school.

He thought of a lame lie. “Does chest pain count?” Natalie replied immediately. “I suggest you ask a cardiothoracic specialist or transfer to that department.” Trevon coughed and immediately corrected himself. “Ahem, there’s no need to. It doesn’t hurt anymore.” “Anything else bothering you?” Trevon shook his head. “No.” “Alright, ring for a doctor if you're not feeling well.” Natalie was a little unaccustomed to Trevon behaving that way. He was neither sharp-tongued nor sarcastic. Instead, he was a little like an obedient puppy.

Natalie's first reaction was that he had taken the wrong medicine.

When she walked next door, Natalie did not intend to ask about Hackett's condition at all because she knew he had already recovered. He just made an excuse not to leave. “Mr. Blackwell, are you planning to stay for a few more days?” Such a straightforward question made Hackett a little embarrassed. The corners of his mouth curled up, and the young doctor beside him smiled. “Haha, I'm afraid Mr. Wilson will be lonely. How many more days does he have to stay?” Natalie was speechless. It was a well-fed man who did not know the hunger of the poor. Some were so busy with life that they barely had time for anything else. Some people can not guarantee the next meal after eating the current meal. On the other hand, those people were so carefree. They would get a concussion and stay in the hospital to experience their retirement life in advance.

There was still a gap between people. Some people were born with a silver spoon and did not have to worry about money for the rest of their lives. Natalie replied. “You have to ask him about that.” Hackett wanted to say: If you forgive Mr. Wilson, he will be discharged in minutes. However, he could not say that.

He said in all seriousness, “Then I'll go and ask later.” Those words made Natalie feel like she was in a hotel. The receptionist asked, “How many days are you booking?” And the customer replies, “I'll ask” “Okay.” Natalie didn’t waste any time talking to him. She was very busy, and it wasn't as if they were staying in her house. It was up to them to stay however long they wanted.

Then, she checked a few other wards. Just as she returned to her office, the ward bell in Room 1314 rang The nurse called out, “Mrs. Wilson, the patient in 1314 said he’s looking for you.” Natalie turned to ask the nurse, “Did he say he’s feeling unwell?” The nurse shook her head. When the bell rang, she went to take a look. The other party did not say he was feeling unwell. He only said he was looking for Mrs. Wilson. As a nurse, she did not dare to ask. Even the director lowered was polite and careful with that patient. How could she dare to say anything? Natalie saw she was a little worried and patted her shoulder. “It's fine. I'll go take a look.” Natalie pushed open the door and walked into the ward. Jim, who was inside, tactfully left and even helped them close the door.

He stood outside the door and waited. He said to the nurse, who was puzzled, “His condition can only be told to the doctor.

Please understand.” Hearing that explanation, the nurses no longer had any doubts. After all, he was a big shot. It was normal for him to have some privacy. It was normal for him not to want others to know about his condition.

Natalie stood upright while Trevon sat on the bed. This time, it was her turn to look down at him. Being looked down upon made Trevon feel very uncomfortable, but he had no choice but to endure it.

He pursed his lips and exhaled slowly. “l want to talk to you.” Natalie calmly put her hands into the pockets on both sides of her white coat and remained standing. “There shouldn't be anything to talk about between us, right? Aren't you afraid your wife and child will misunderstand when you call me like this? Don’t come looking for me again and accuse me of being the third wheel. | will never be a third wheel.” Trevon did not understand what she was saying. He frowned and asked, “What wife and child? What nonsense are you talking about?” Natalie did not want to talk to him about his family. She was too lazy to talk about it. As for his problem with Mia, she did not want to get involved either. “If you want to discuss your illness, I'll talk to you. As for the rest, we don’t have anything to talk about, nor do we have a common topic. Our thinking is not on the same level. What do you think we can talk about? Besides, there's nothing else to talk about other than your illness. Do you want to talk about your illness?” Trevon did not want to discuss his illness. He was afraid they would conclude that he would die.

After waiting for a while, Trevon did not say anything. However, his expression was very ugly. It was obvious that he was angry.

Natalie asked. “Not talking? Alright, rest.” Without giving the person on the bed a chance, she turned around and left.

When Natalie came out, Jim was still a little stunned. Mr. Wilson was too weak. It had only been a few minutes.