The President’s Mistake A Tale of Love and Regret



"My mother and father had to dig sand from the river beach for their employer. They dug a truckload of sand and earned three dollars!"

"Later, there was a flood. The two of them refused to listen and wanted to dig more, so they died there..."

"Stop talking!" Nathaniel exclaimed, snatching the wine bottle from Taylor's hand.

Taylor looked at him with deep pain and said, "Mr. Nathaniel, what I fear most in this world is poverty. The poorer you are, the more miserable your life becomes. The more you cry, the poorer you remain."

"My blood-sucking uncles took my parents' meager pension and kicked us out of the house."

"Later, I fooled around with you, Nathan. I became rich and returned to the village. I invited everyone in the village to a feast and paid for it. My uncle called me ungrateful. You should have seen his surprised face when I knocked out his front teeth with one punch!"

Taylor slowly stood up and knelt in front of Nathaniel and Frey.

"Mr. Nathaniel, Ms. Frey, I have to apologize to you!"

"Taylor!" Nathaniel stood up quickly, Frey following suit.

"Mr. Nathaniel!" Taylor suddenly pulled out a pistol from his waist and pointed it at his chest. He smiled desperately. "I wanted to kneel in front of both of you, but Ms. Frey is here. Nodding in front of her would be disgusting for her to watch!"

"I'm sorry! I found my sister! It's Abigail. When I chased her to Panavoc'sborder and was about to strangle her with a rope, I saw the wooden sign around her neck. My mother gave it to me, and I gave it to her."

"She has been wearing it this whole time, it's her! Abigail is my sister!"

Frey's face turned pale, her brows furrowing deeply.noveldrama

She never expected that the sister Taylor had been searching for was Abigail. It felt like the universe had played a cruel joke on her.

Nathaniel was equally stunned and panicked. He yelled, "Taylor! Put the gun down!"

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"It's useless! Mr. Nathaniel! It's useless!" Taylor cried. "I struggled, Mr. Nathaniel, I fought my wayout of that pit of mud, only to find out that Abigail is my sister."

"She killed your child and framed and abused the woman you love most. Her crime is unforgivable, but she is my sister."

"I will give you my life for hers, Mr. Nathaniel. Please let Abigail go. Don't kill her, just let her go!"

Nathaniel's eyes were red, and he pursed his lips, saying nothing.

"Mr. Nathaniel! Nathan! My name is Chris, and my sister's name is Arma. People in the village call her Ann. Mr. Nathaniel, please remember my name and visit my grave when you go back to the village!"

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"No!" Nathaniel rushed over and caught Taylor, who was now covered in blood.

He took out his cell phone, his hands shaking so much that he almost couldn't dial. He finally managed to call Ozzy.

"Ozzy! Come here quickly! Something happened to Taylor at his villa! Hurry!"

Blood poured from Taylor's mouth. He still clung to Nathaniel's collar and begged in a low voice, "Lete Abigail go! Nathan, give her a chance to live. Please!"

Frey watched as Nathaniel nodded at Taylor's pleading. She subconsciously staggered back.

By this time, Ozzy and the others had arrived. Almost all of Nathaniel's sworn brothers gathered around him.

They picked up Taylor, and Nathaniel pushed him towards the ambulance, not even glancing back at Frey.

The huge villa suddenly felt empty. Frey sat alone in the living room, leaning tiredly on the back of the sofa chair without turning on the light.

Taylor often lived alone. There were no bodyguards or cleaners, so no one came to turn on a light for Frey.

Her cold face was hidden in the dark, and her outline was no longer visible.