The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 988:

“Corrine, my dear, we’ve missed so many chances to spend time together because of the past incident. I hope you can forgive me and allow me to make things right for the rest of my life.”

Another message came in right after.

“Corrine, I’ve wronged you before, but we’re still father and daughter. Are you really going to cut me off? If your mother could see this from above, she’d be heartbroken to see us like this.”

Nate had just stepped out of his study, phone in hand. His voice was cold. “Is everything in place?”

Zack answered, “It’s all set. Our people are stationed at the family home and the Grand Palace. They’ll keep an eye on Corrine around the clock.” He paused for a moment before adding, “The tech team has tracked her location. We’ll monitor her 24/7 to know exactly where she is at all times.”

Nate lowered his eyes and responded with a curt, “Okay.” Suddenly, there was a loud crash from the bedroom.

Nate’s expression hardened instantly. Without hesitation, he ended the call and made his way toward the bedroom.

As he pushed the door open, his eyes landed on Corrine kneeling on the floor. His brows furrowed in concern. “What happened?”

Corrine was calmly picking up her phone from the floor.

At the sound of Nate’s voice, she relaxed. “I dropped my phone,” she said.

A flicker of skepticism crossed Nate’s eyes.

The same excuse again. Did she honestly think he would buy that?

“Is it still working?” he asked, playing along. “If not, we’ll get you a new one.”

He chose not to press the issue, giving her the space she needed.

𝗥𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗮𝗯𝗹𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗲: ⲅ𝖺𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀﹒ⅽ𝗼𝗺

Corrine tapped the screen a few times. “Looks like it survived,” she murmured, a relieved smile crossing her lips. “Didn’t expect it to be this sturdy.”noveldrama

“Seems tough on the outside,” Nate murmured, stepping closer and gently threading his fingers through her hair. “But it’s fragile underneath.”

Corrine blinked, meeting Nate’s gentle gaze. A moment of hesitation melted into quiet surrender.

With a sigh, she leaned into him, wrapping her arms around his waist and pressing her face against his chest. “I’m furious,” she mumbled.

She could hardly believe the depths of some people’s shamelessness.

Once, her so-called father had cast her aside without a second thought, treating her like a burden. Now, realizing her worth, he had the audacity to slither back into her life, using her mother’s belongings as a bargaining chip and manipulating her with false sentimentality.

Nate knew her too well. Corrine never let her emotions show. She carried herself as if nothing could shake her.

But he could wait. He had the patience to stand beside her and give her the time she needed to open up.

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