The President’s Mistake A Tale of Love and Regret novel Chapter 461

Taylor felt overwhelmed with sadness and needed an outlet to ease his burden, or else he might not be able to cope.

Initially, Mandy was just curious, but seeing the sorrowful man next to her made her uncomfortable as if she was sharing his sadness.

Gradually, she calmed down, turned off the car lights, and parked under the starry sky. With the sound of waves on Silver Stream in the background, she listened to Taylor recount his story.

He told her about his sister and how he nearly died because of Nathaniel. He had killed his sister and then shot himself to save Abigail's life.

Frey had cleverly used her wedding to Mr. Nathaniel to provoke Abigail, leading to the shocking scene where Nathaniel killed Abigail.

Mandy suddenly understood why Taylor had fled.

The events were so horrific that they seemed like the plot of a novel, yet they had happened to him.

Mandy didn't know how to comfort him.

She was glad she had invited him for a drink, and now they were stargazing together as he shared his story.

"Everything is over. Don’t dwell on it. If you feel uncomfortable, continue traveling. But as for the ashes, it’s better to bury them. The Hill family shouldn’t have to have an empty tomb, right?"

Mandy tried to console him, but soon she heard Taylor's deep, rhythmic breathing.

Is he… asleep?

Mandy sighed, started the car, and took him to a motel. Carrying ashes, she was worried that staying in a high-end hotel might get him into trouble.

She helped him check in and paid a generous tip, which made the waiter happily assist them into the room.

Watching Taylor sleep on the bed, still clutching the bag with the urn tightly, Mandy sighed. She helped him settle in and was about to leave when he grabbed her wrist.

She couldn't believe a five-year-old could travel from Saeville to Pontenero alone, especially since it was clear the child was controlled by underground forces in Pontenero.

Frey had studied in Pontenero and interacted with many scholars and artists but had never imagined the man she fell for back then was the darkest figure in the city.

She had to think of Nathaniel. He had brought so many unexpected events into her life, turning it into chaos.

All the brightness and darkness in her life stemmed from him.

Though she didn’t want to think about him, he was like cancer, causing pain whenever she remembered him.

Frey sighed deeply. Approaching Nathaniel now would be asking for humiliation.

She needed to consider Sawyer. If anyone in Pontenero could communicate with the underground forces, it would be Sawyer.