The Heiress Nobody Saw Coming (Natalie and Marcus) novel Chapter 184

Diana wanted to keep arguing with Victor, but after hearing Selena's words and glazing around, her gaze landed on Charlotte's scornful and disdainful expression. She immediately fell silent.

This was the same Charlotte who had slapped them back in Amberton. The way Natalie slapped them now was practically identical to Charlotte's.

At that moment, Diana felt the sting on her cheeks all over again.

Charlotte walked forward, making Diana instinctively shrink back in fear.

"Ha!" Charlotte let out a mocking laugh. This wretched woman—wasn't she so bold when she was draining Natalie's blood? So aggressive when she was bullying Natalie? But now, she cowered at the mere sight of her.

Charlotte stopped a few steps away from Diana, saying nothing, only looking down at the Langley family's trio with a cold, piercing gaze. Though she didn't utter a word, her expression seemed to say everything.

Diana no longer dared to cause a scene. Grabbing Selena's arm and holding on to Victor's hand, she scrambled to her feet. Without so much as a glance at the Walkers, the three of them slinked out of the hotel, defeated and humiliated.

"Honey." William approached Charlotte. "Natalie has finally seen the true colors of the Langley family. She won't feel any attachment to Grace anymore. Should we move on to the next step of our plan?"

"Of course," Charlotte said with a smile. "Natalie is too kind and soft-hearted. As her parents, it's up to us to seek justice for her! But there's no need to rush. After all, cornered dogs can be dangerous. We'll take our time and enjoy this."

William chuckled indulgently. "Alright, I'll do whatever you say."

Charlotte glanced at her phone. "Mason took Nat out shopping. Let's not bother her with minor things. We're retired parents now, aren't we? Since we have the time, we should keep ourselves active. It's better than sitting around and risking dementia, don't you think?"

"You're absolutely right, Honey," William said with a gentle smile.

If Natalie had grown up surrounded by love, she would be cheerful, lively, and full of warmth—someone who wouldn't hesitate to wear bright, colorful clothes.

From the day she was born, William had been devoted to Charlotte and his daughter. He loved his daughter, and he adorned his wife even more.

Emma, who had replaced Natalie in their household, had enjoyed 20 years of love and smooth sailing under their care.

Thinking about all the affection that should have been their daughter's—while Natalie had been suffering abuse and having her blood drained by the Langley family—made William clench his teeth in anger.

He wouldn't blame Emma, the child who had been switched at birth. But he also wouldn't let the Langley family get away with mistreating his real daughter.

Everything owed to her—they would take it all back.

Charlotte and William shared a knowing smile before leaving the hotel together.

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In a private room at the hotel, Hector sat across from Tyler. From his pocket, Hector pulled out a surgical scalpel and a whetstone, placing them on the table. Slowly, he began sharpening the blade.

The scalpel gleamed coldly, its reflection catching Tyler's pale face.

Tyler instinctively gripped his chair, his legs trembling uncontrollably. He couldn't shake the feeling that the man in front of him, smiling faintly, might calmly slide the scalpel into his chest.

He imagined the blade twisting, peeling back his flesh, and the man laughing as he held his heart in his hand. The vivid image made Tyler's body stiffen, beads of cold sweat streaming down his forehead.

"Are you nervous, Mr. Miller?" Hector asked, casually picking up a bottle of water from the table. He unscrewed the cap, poured some onto the whetstone, and looked up at Tyler with a slight smile. "How's your relationship with the Langley family's true heiress?"

"Not much of one," Tyler forced out, his voice shaky. "Sir, we don't have any grievances between us. Could you let me go?"