The President’s Mistake A Tale of Love and Regret novel Chapter 491

Outside the hotel where Freya previously stayed in Pontenero, many luxury cars were parked, making the hotel's guests think someone important was staying there.

This hotel, one of the highly-rated establishments in Pontenero, often accommodated significant figures from Porejimo, but it was more commonly frequented by celebrities, athletes, and business moguls.

Nathaniel, whose wound had not yet healed, recklessly unleashed his fury and ended up back in the hospital.

Still, he couldn't rest. He flew to Pontenero, dragging his collapsing body just to confront his wife.

On the plane, Koen and Ozzy had secretly mentioned that Madam wanted a divorce, and the divorce agreement had already been delivered to the CEO, forcing him to sign. Ozzy finally understood why Mr. Morgan had gone mad. Freya was also a certified lunatic, cunning enough to orchestrate scenarios that pushed the CEO towards self-destruction.

Those around Nathaniel believed that Freya, after her release from prison and return to Nathaniel, had ulterior motives, perhaps even wishing him dead.

Koen and Ozzy cautiously supported Nathaniel, who should have been resting in a hospital bed instead of traveling thousands of miles to Pontenero.

Each step he took caused excruciating pain, and he was already drenched in cold sweat before reaching the hotel's steps.

Unable to bear the pain, Ozzy suggested quietly, “Mr. Morgan, how about we get a wheelchair for you…”

“Shut up!” Nathaniel didn’t want to lose his imposing demeanor in front of Freya.

He intended to walk up to her step by step to see what she would say.

If she didn’t explain herself, he would simply bind her and lock her up.

He meant it. He had given her too much freedom, and she had forgotten who she was.

She dared to treat him this way and had to be prepared to pay the price.

With each step, his anger grew, mixed with a tinge of resentment.

By the time he reached Freya’s room, his fury had peaked. He stood outside the door, taking a deep breath and wincing from the pain of his wound.

His condition could not tolerate extreme emotions, and the more turbulent his mood, the more he struggled to breathe.

Ozzy supported him, whispering, “Mr. Morgan, I must remind you, if you die here, it won’t be a divorce but a widowhood. All your assets would go to Madam.”