Chapter 323 Impulsive Vow To An Enigmatic Husband

• *Natalia, you’re the kid I carried for ten months, Even your life is a gift from me if it wasn’t for my risking childbirth complications to have you, there wouldn’t be a ‘you‘ right now” Clair was practically screeching like a lunatic. “I’ve gone through hell for you. Everyone else can screw me over, but not you!” Natalia’s face was swollen from being hit, but she seemed oblivious to the pain She glanced at Clair, then looked out of the house as if something outside was pulling her attention, “Hah, I am your child. Did you ever ask me if I wanted to be born? You think I asked for this life?” “Natalia!” Clair looked at Natalia’s reddened face and then her own hand, feeling a pang of guilt, “Natalia, I’m sorry! I didn’t really mean to hit you, I just lost control. Can you forgive me?” Natalia seemed unfazed by the slap, even managing a small smile, “Go ahead and hit me if you want, you’re not the first and you certainly won’t be the last”
• “Natalia, my poor sweet girl” Clair pulled Natalia into a hug, “I promise, from now on you’ll stay at the Reese family mansion, you won’t have to go back to the villa and live alone with Cameron If Clair had told her this before yesterday, she might have been happy about it. But right now, she couldn’t muster any joy. She had this gut feeling that going back to live at the Reese family mansion right now might not be the escape she hoped for, but rather jumping out of the frying pan into the fire. Clair was hugging Natalia, but she didn’t notice Natalia’s mood and kept talking. “Natalia, trust me.
• Once you marry Marcus, nobody will dare to mess with you again.” Natalia scoffed, “Marry Marcus? You think Marcus is just anyone’s for the taking?” Clair replied, “You’re not like those girls who want to mamy him, you’re a Reese. You’ve grown up with Marcus. His mother likes you, his sister gets along well with you, and now he’s taken a liking to you too. Natalia, all you need is a little effort. Give birth to the first son of the Hartley family, and the title of Mrs. Hartley, the president’s wife, is yours. Once you become the president’s wife, not only will nobody dare to bully us, but we’ll also be rolling in riches.” Had a son? Marcus hadn’t even touched her, and how could she possibly have his child? That one night, Marcus was drunk and drugged, and she had Zavier’s help.