The President’s Mistake A Tale of Love and Regret novel Chapter 460

Mandy, struggling to regain her composure after a cough, felt as if she had been caught doing something wrong.

"Uh... where do you live? I can give you a ride home!" she offered.

Taylor responded flatly, "I don’t know."

Mandy was taken aback. What did he mean by not knowing?

"Where have you been staying lately?" she pressed.

Taylor answered slowly, "I stay wherever. Sometimes it’s a small hotel; other times I just sleep on the street with a newspaper for a bed. Occasionally, I rent a hotel room if I need some peace and quiet. And sometimes, I just collapse wherever I end up when I’m drunk."

Mandy’s curiosity was piqued.

"Mr. Taylor, if it’s not too forward to ask, why did you and Mr. Nathaniel fall out? Despite his flaws, he seems like he’d be a decent brother, right?"

Taylor fell silent for a moment before finally opening the bag he had been carrying. Despite his inebriation, the bag was always with him. Thankfully, Pontenero was generally accepting of diverse cultures; otherwise, he might be considered eccentric.

When Taylor opened the bag, he said, "Because of her!"

Mandy’s eyes widened as she glanced at the contents of Taylor’s bag, and she nearly crashed into a tree, slamming on the brakes in shock. Her heart raced.

The screeching brakes disrupted the evening tranquility. Mandy looked in disbelief at what was inside Taylor’s backpack.

She rubbed her eyes, thinking she must be imagining things, and looked again. It was, indeed, an urn.

Mandy had seen that urn before; it was similar to the one she used to bury her mother’s ashes in the cemetery.

"Whose is this?" The small amount of sympathy Mandy had felt for Taylor evaporated instantly.

What was happening?