The Heiress Nobody Saw Coming (Natalie and Marcus)

"Nat, Marcus has brought back the medicine," Hector called toward the medical room. Moments later, the door opened and Natalie stepped out, wearing full

protective gear.

"Well done. Mr. Langton will be back soon. Once he arrives, Laura's chances of recovery will be even greater," she said, glancing at Marcus.

"Nat, thank you." Marcus took a step forward, reaching out to embrace her, but she quickly moved back.

"Don't come near me, I have traces of the medicinal bath Laura soaked in on me," she warned.noveldrama

Marcus wanted to say he didn't mind, but seeing the exhaustion in her expression, he held back. He didn't want to add to her burden.

"Marcus, go take a shower, change your clothes, and get some rest," Natalie instructed.

He was about to say he wasn't tired when she cut him off. "Listen to me. I worry about you too. Be good."

Her coaxing tone, like one used for a child, left him with no room to refuse.

"Hector, you should rest too," she added, turning to him. "All we need to do now is wait for Mr. Langton to return. For now, I just need to take care of Laura's medicinal bath. There's no need for so many people here."

Natalie winked at Hector, who immediately relented. "Alright, I'll take Marcus to rest. Nat, take care of yourself too. Rest whenever you need to."

"Don't worry. I know what I am doing."

"Then I will get some rest and come back later. Nat, thank you," Marcus said, his voice gentle.

"Go."

"Alright. I am leaving now."

After Marcus and Hector left the medical room, they headed to a guesthouse to rest. Upon arrival, an attendant arranged by Joshua greeted them and led them to their respective rooms.

"Mr. Holden, Mr. Walker, if you need anything, just use the phone in your room. We will provide service immediately."

"Alright, thank you."

"Thanks."

The attendant withdrew, and Marcus and Hector, whose rooms were next to each other, exchanged brief nods before heading inside.

Marcus took a cold shower. He wasn't drowsy in the slightest. On the contrary, his mind was exceptionally clear.

After changing into clean clothes, he sat down and opened his phone to review the email from Ethan. It detailed how, just three days after Laura had given birth, Lucy had left the country.

After arriving abroad, she hadn't settled in one place but instead traveled between multiple countries before finally choosing an obscure nation to reside in.

Over the years, she never returned home. However, she remained devoted to Jessy, providing not only financial support but also resources the Maine family lacked.

During the investigation, Ethan also uncovered something significant. Lucy had once been infatuated with a married man. It was Cassie who had facilitated a meeting between them, allowing Lucy to spend a night with him.

After leaving the country, Lucy cut ties with Cassie but asked her to help her niece, Jessy.

Marcus had already reviewed the information on his way over, yet he read through it once more. He ordered Ethan to send people to retrieve Lucy. Whether she was willing or not, she had to return.

Putting his phone away, Marcus changed into a simple outfit and stepped out of his room. He walked directly to Wesley's room and pushed the door open.

Wesley sat slumped in his chair, his gaze empty, staring out the window. The direction he was looking in was toward the medical room where Laura was staying.

Marcus dragged a chair over and sat across from him, his icy gaze locking onto him.

"Father."

Hearing the voice, Wesley blinked blankly at Marcus. It took him a while to react. "Marcus..."

"Father, do you really not know why Mom was poisoned?"

Marcus' voice was deep and steady, carrying an undeniable authority.

Wesley stared at him, stunned. "Marcus, why would you ask that? If I had known

someone poisoned your mother, I never would have let them go."

"So you never once suspected that e

Mom was poisoned?" Marcus sneered, the corners of his lips curling in mockery. "Wesley Holden, I call you 'Father,' but do you really deserve that title? You weren't even a competent husband. What makes you think you qualify as father?

"Mom's condition worsened right after giving birth. Yet instead of investigating, you let the people who had cared for her leave without question. Frankly, I suspect you had an affair with the person who poisoned my mom."

"Marcus!" Wesley shot to his feet, his bloodshot eyes glaring at his son. "I won't let you slander me like this.

"Your mother's illness pains me more than anyone else. I wish I could take her place. How could I possibly allow someone to harm her?

"Besides, your mother and I were each other's first love. Our love has remained unchanged. I have never had an affair. How can you tarnish our relationship like this?"

"Oh? Then, Father, do you dare to face Grandpa with me?" Marcus' smirk deepened.

"Marcus, what exactly are you implying? Are you trying to say that I poisoned your mother?" Wesley's face turned red with anger.

"I have every reason to suspect you," Marcus stated coldly.

"You have spent years accompanying Mom in search of a cure, yet you have made no progress. And to think, you're Grandpa's son, the former heir to the Holden family.

"You have access to all of the Holden family's resources, yet you failed to protect your wife. Wesley Holden, what right do you have to claim you love her?"

"You... you..."

Wesley clutched his chest, his face pale. He wanted to refute the accusation, but for the first time, he found himself at a loss for words.

"Come with me to see Grandpa."

Marcus stood and strode out.

Wesley held his chest, staggering to his feet moments later. His mind was blank,

his ability to think completely paralyzed.

"Marcus, stop right there. Explain

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"Father, I have no problem telling you now. Mom was poisoned by someone in the

Holden family."

Wesley's face turned ashen. His lips trembled, but no words came out.

Marcus shot him a cold glance. "Think carefully about who it could be. Don't say

you love my mother if you are incapable of protecting her."

"I..."

Wesley opened his mouth, but no words came to him.