The President’s Mistake A Tale of Love and Regret novel Chapter 503

Nobody expected Michael to be so despicable. He was a complete oportunist.

In a desperate move to evade Nathaniel’s pursuit, he callously shoved the unconscious Freya into the sea.

This act of treachery was beyond shocking.

Splash! Splash!

Sawyer and Nathaniel leaped into the water almost simultaneously, prompting a state of panic from Ozzy.

Was this some sort of reckless suicide mission?

Mr. Nathaniel had just undergone surgery, with his wounds in a critical condition. Yet he jumped into the icy waters without a second thought.

Was he trying to end his life early?

Ozzy was about to jump in himself but was pushed aside by Hudson.

“You’re a doctor! Stay out of this! If everyone’s dead, who will take care of the injured?” Hudson demanded.

Ozzy, pushed by Hudson, lost his balance and fell onto the deck as others began diving in.

Hudson and Koen followed suit, and soon everyone from Nathaniel’s and Sawyer’s teams was in the water.

The scene was almost comical, but no one found it amusing. The anxiety was palpable.

The two men risking their lives to save Freya were worth more than a small nation combined. Losing them was unthinkable.

If they perished, everything would be lost. While their underlings could be replaced, their leaders were irreplaceable.

Both Nathaniel and Sawyer were known for their care and generosity toward their underlings.

Freya found herself drifting into a distant dream, back at the Gomez family's old mansion from three years ago.

In the garden full of blooming tulips, she walked with her mother while her younger brother chased butterflies. Their pet dog frolicked around them, and she could see her father's study from the flowerbed.

Her father, wearing glasses, sat in a rocking chair on the balcony, reading.

Her mother would wave at him and ask, “Killian, what’s for dinner tonight?”

Her father would smile warmly at them, turn to call the maid, and instruct her to prepare Freya’s favorite dishes and a dessert she loved.

As Freya was about to request an extra soup, dark clouds rolled in, transforming the beautiful garden into a desolate wasteland.

Her mother and brother became skeletal remains, and her father, on the balcony, waved at her with a pained expression, shouting desperately, “Frey! Run! Daddy can’t hold on! Run away!!”

Freya ran wildly as the mansion collapsed, the earth shook, and torrential rain poured down.

She fell, her dress soaked, and banged on the door of the neighboring Morgan mansion.

When the door opened, Nathaniel stood there, holding a golf club with a cold expression.

He looked at her and said chillingly, “Freya, give her your hand! Is that okay?”

Freya was taken aback. Nathaniel was the one who had saved me?

“He had just had surgery, with stitches still in place, and he flew hours to find you.”

“He knew he had a heart condition and still jumped into the sea to save you. Since yesterday, he’s been in critical condition three times.”

“Mrs. Morgan!” Ozzy’s voice wavered, “Some things are beyond our control.”

“Mr. Nathaniel does owe you, but think about how many lives he has risked for you.”

“He can’t keep being this fortunate. Sooner or later, he’ll die because of you.”

“Not every man can tolerate everything about you. Not every man will buy you a castle or save you repeatedly, from fires to deep seas.”

“If we’re counting debts, he’s already more than repaid what your family owes him.”

“Understand that!”

Sawyer intervened, saying, “What’s your problem?”

Ozzy sneered, “Mr. Sawyer, Mrs. Morgan is indeed captivating, but you know she’s married. Don’t push it, or I’ll handle you.”

“I…” Sawyer moved toward Ozzy, ready to fight. Koen quickly stepped in to separate them.

“Ozzy, stop it. Mr. Nathaniel has been moved to the intensive care unit. Go see him!”

Ozzy left with a final harsh remark to Freya: “Mrs. Morgan, that divorce agreement of yours is cruel!”