Chapter 777

Natalie thought of a possibility—Hamilton was not someone to be messed with.

Even though Marico talked a big game about fearing nothing, he might actually be a little intimidated by Hamilton.

“That's just because..." Marico cleared his throat awkwardly. "When we slept together back then, you and he weren't divorced yet. I was the one in the wrong!"

Natalie pursed her lips. So that was the reason.

"But I've seen you hook up with married women before."

"Those women aren't like you."

"How are they different?"

"They're used to cheating. It makes no difference if it's with me or someone else. But you... you're not that kind of person. Besides, you were pregnant at the time with Hamilton's child."

Natalie let out a soft scoff, surprised that Marico actually possessed his own twisted moral compass.

She stayed in the hospital room all night. In the morning, her assistant called to say the screenwriter needed to discuss the script, so she had to rush back to the set.

She wanted to offer Marico a few more words of gentle advice, but knowing he wouldn't listen to anything pleasant, she shifted to a warning. “I'm going to be on set for the next three months. I'll be incredibly busy."

Marico was jolted awake by her voice. Still groggy, his mouth worked faster than his brain.

"What does you being busy have to do with me?”

Natalie cleared her throat. It really had nothing to do with him.

"Because I'm busy, you have to... you have to help me take care of Kristin."

"Why should I? I'm not her dad."

"Because she likes you."

"Oh, so just because she likes me, I'm obligated to babysit?"

"Exactly.” Natalie patted his shoulder. "Plus, you're an adult. You need to set a good example for the kid. Stop getting into trouble all the time, or she'll pick up your bad habits."

"Natalie, are you trying to play me for a fool?"

"Anyway, for the next three months, I'm leaving Kristin in your care. You better look after her."

After saying her piece, Natalie checked the time and hurried out.

Just as she stepped out of the room, she bumped into Mrs. Stapleton, who had come to visit her son. Natalie gave a polite nod and tried to keep walking, but Mrs. Stapleton called out to her.

"Are you dating my son?"

Natalie found the question baffling. "You're mistaken. Marico and I are just friends." "Just friends?"

"I have no reason to lie to you."

Mrs. Stapleton frowned, clearly unconvinced.

"Honestly, I've seen plenty of women

like you, it's always about his

J.ne

money But that's fine, because

aside from his wealth, he has

nothing else a woman would want.”

Natalie pressed her lips together. Setting aside the insult to herself, what kind of mother spoke about her own son that way?

"Marico isn't as worthless as you think."

"I'm his mother. No one knows him better than I do."

Natalie shook her head. "Since you're his mother, you should be the one to see his strengths."

"Enough, I'm not here to debate this with you just wanted to tell you to

break it off with him. His father and I have already decided to sendhing abroad content

"Send him abroad?"

Natalie furrowed her brows. Penelope had mentioned that when the Stapleton family sent Marico abroad, it wasn't for a vacation. They locked him up, treating it like a prison sentence

"What happened this time wasn't entirely his fault.....”

"He almost killed a man!"

"But there was a reason behind it..."

"No matter the reason, he shouldn't have tried to commit murder!"

"That may be true, but..."

"Enough. What does this have to do with you anyway?"

"Of course it has to do with me!"

"And why is that?"

“He... he's my fiancé!”

Natalie was undoubtedly pushed into a corner by Mrs. Stapleton's aggressive tone,

but the second the words left her mouth, she instantly regretted them.