The President’s Mistake A Tale of Love and Regret novel Chapter 489

Frey was jostled by the crowd on the streets of Maruva. Though she had lived in Pontenero for a while, her life had been confined to Pontenero.

This was her first time in Maruva, a coastal city.

She glanced at her phone, noting twelve missed calls from either Nathaniel or Koen.

She surmised that Nathaniel had received her divorce agreement and wanted to discuss it.

But Frey had more pressing matters. Her brother's life hung by a thread, and she had no time or mood to discuss it with Nathaniel.

She was already prepared to leave him and gave Nathaniel and Luna her blessings. Discussing anything else seemed pointless now.

What was there to discuss?

Money was no issue for either party, and she had completely yielded on that front. She valued Nathaniel's life far more than his money.

As for feelings?

Frey smiled bitterly. After everything she had been through, discussing feelings felt redundant. She was numb.

Michael's message popped up on her phone again, instructing her on what to do next.

She couldn't act rashly; the location on her phone kept moving.

She had killed Michael's adopted daughter Abigail, and Mason was in Michael's hands, either dead or injured.

She couldn't afford to act impulsively. She even obeyed Michael's orders and refrained from calling the police.

At this moment, answering Nathaniel's call was not an option.

Missing any instruction from Michael could lead him to believe she didn't care about her brother's life, jeopardizing everything.

"Head towards the pier!"

Michael's messages were simple and clear, arriving every few minutes.

In desperation, Frey blacklisted Koen's and Nathaniel's phone numbers.

Once this ordeal was over, she would contact Nathaniel to discuss the divorce agreement. The cooling-off period for divorce meant the certificate couldn't be issued immediately, so it could wait.

Frey took a taxi to the designated dock. The driver, a cheerful middle-aged man, chatted incessantly.

Frey's distress was almost visible, but the driver didn't mind, enthusiastically sharing Maruva's culture and history.

She blocked out the driver's chatter, focusing on the picture sent by Michael.

It showed her brother Mason holding a childhood photo, taken by Michael and sent to her.

In the photo, her brother looked happy.

Their mother had a tradition of taking family photos at a studio for birthdays.