Chapter 758

Hamilton acted as if he hadn't heard her. Turning to the nanny, who had just stepped out of the kitchen, he commanded, "You're off the clock. Leave my house

immediately."

Martha, a woman in her fifties, let out a confused hum. The way this man was talking, it sounded like he was the master of the house.

"Ms. Taylor, who is this?"

"Martha, just go back to the kitchen and keep cooking. Kristin is probably hungry by now."

"I'll cook tonight," Hamilton declared.

"Hamilton, this is my house-"

"And from now on, it's my house too."

"You!" Natalie furrowed her brows in sheer disbelief. "Are you really going to just force your way in like a thug?"

Hamilton nodded shamelessly. "I'm out of options. This is the only way."

He turned and urged Martha to hurry up and leave. Martha, realizing something was deeply wrong, looked to Natalie for instructions.

"You know what I'm capable of. I doubt you want to drag this sweet-looking lady into our mess, do you?" Hamilton muttered, softly threatening Natalie.

Natalie glared fiercely at him. He was acting like a total psycho; he really was capable of anything right now.

She couldn't let Martha get caught in the crossfire. She had to send her away.

Martha's eyes darted around, quickly catching on. "Fine, I'll go," she said loudly, "but you need to settle my wages first, Ms. Taylor!"

Natalie understood the cue immediately. "Follow me into the bedroom, I'll get your cash."

Natalie told Kristin to go back to her room and finish her homework before leading Martha into the bedroom.

"Ms. Taylor, that man is no good, is he? Do you want me to call the cops for you?" Martha asked, her voice laced with worry.

Natalie stayed silent for a second. "He took my phone. Make a call for me after you leave."

After seeing Martha out, Natalie walked back to the kitchen to find Hamilton already inside. He was chopping vegetables, his grip on the knife painfully awkward and clumsy.

During their three years of marriage, he had never stepped foot in a kitchen.

Trying to make up for the past now was far too late.

Natalie didn't bother going into the kitchen. Instead, she went into her daughter's room to help her with her homework.

"Mom, is that awful man really my dad?" Kristin asked, her little brows furrowed tightly.

Natalie hadn't wanted her daughter to know, but with Hamilton relentlessly hounding them, keeping the secret was impossible.

"He is."

Hearing her mother confirm it, Kristin's frown deepened.

"But I don't like him! He's Queena's dad, so why does he want to be my dad?!"

Natalie pulled her daughter into a gentle hug. Actually, Mom doesn't like him either, and I wish he would stay far away from us. But...

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everything. Whether you want to acknowledge him as your dad is entirely up to you. I will never force you."

"What if I hate him?"

"Then you don't have to call him 'Dad', and you can stay as far away from him as you want."

Kristin nodded, exhaling a deep breath of relief.

"But why is he in our house? Can I tell him to leave?"

Natalie gently nudged the little girl to focus on her homework. "I'll find a way to get him to leave."

When Hamilton finished cooking and brought the food out, he saw the two of them— Natalie softly guiding Kristin through her schoolwork.

"First, we need to analyze this picture. What problem is it trying to show us?"

Natalie's voice was tender and soft. He couldn't help but remember the early days of their marriage, when she used to speak to him with that exact same gentle tone-not the freezing, sarcastic way she spoke to him now.

If Maria had never interfered, if he had realized sooner that he truly loved her and wasn't just acting

of gratitude if he hadn

done all

out

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those terrible things to hurt her. She

would never have cheated, and she

never would have taken their

daughter and left him.

He was truly, deeply filled with regret.