The President’s Mistake A Tale of Love and Regret novel Chapter 487

"Mr. Nathaniel!" Koen rushed toward Nathaniel's ward, alarmed by the loud commotion.

As soon as he opened the door, a laptop flew towards him, narrowly missing his head as he quickly ducked to the side.

The laptop flew through the open door, landing hard in the corridor and smashing its screen.

"Mr. Nathaniel!" Koen saw Nathaniel kicking down the medical equipment beside him.

He rushed over to restrain the furious Nathaniel but received a hard punch to the back, knocking the wind out of him.

Doctors and nurses rushed in, stunned by the chaotic scene. Nathaniel, who had just undergone surgery, had torn his wound open and fainted from the pain.

"Mr. Nathaniel! Mr. Nathaniel!!" Koen hurriedly supported him back onto the hospital bed. Ozzy rushed in with a livid expression, immediately checking Nathaniel's wounds.

"Hurry! Prepare for first aid! Quickly!" Ozzy shouted, his face blue with anger.

He wanted to slap Nathaniel for his recklessness.

Ever since Frey entered his life, Nathaniel had been a madman. Now, he seemed both mad and foolish.

If he truly wanted to die, he shouldn't torture those around him. This situation was more than a mere ailment.

Ozzy and the medical team pushed Nathaniel back into the operating room, likely needing to stitch his wound again.

Ozzy felt an overwhelming urge to pry open Nathaniel's brain to see if his structure was abnormally complex.

Koen, unable to help, cursed under his breath.

Nathaniel's punch nearly incapacitated him. He started cleaning the messy ward and noticed a file on the cabinet next to the parcel box, which Mandy had sent over.

It turned out to be a document.

Curious, Koen picked it up, only to freeze in shock as he read it. The document was a divorce agreement signed by Frey.

The agreement was written concisely in Frey's narrative style, each word a dagger to Nathaniel's heart.

It stated clearly that if the relationship was not harmonious, there was no need to continue living together. She asked for mutual freedom, detailing the division of property and stating she would not participate in dividing the Technologent Group's assets.

She would leave with what she came in with, maintaining the original financial status quo.

Calm, exceedingly calm. She wrote like a lawyer, with no emotion or nostalgia, and even graciously asked Mr. Nathaniel not to pay a penny—just to let her go.

What could I do? You're just facing the consequences of your past misdeeds.