Chapter 4 - Natalie Enters The Pantry To Shield Her Son
Before Brooke could escalate her threat, the pantry door opened further, and Natalie Mercer stepped into the room, wearing a simple cardigan over her pajamas. Her nine-year-old son, Noah, peeked out from behind her legs, clutching his stuffed bear as he wiped sleep from his eyes.
"Leave Emma out of this, Brooke," Natalie said quietly, her voice trembling slightly but holding firm against her brother's ruthless fiancée. "If you have a problem with my presence on my mother's land, you can wait until Dominic returns from his business trip in London."
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Brooke turned around slowly, looking at Natalie and Noah with a look of supreme disdain, as if looking at unwelcome bugs on her designer shoes. "Your brother doesn't care about you or your fatherless son, Natalie," Brooke spat out without a shred of human empathy.
"Dominic is marrying me because my family's shipping syndicate controls the Boston harbor docks, not because he cares about your dead mother's sentimental cottage," Brooke added callously.
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