Shattered Then Healed By His Love (by Haley Blanton) novel Chapter 119

Chapter 119 Quit Playing Dumb With Me

Chapter 119 Quit Playing Dumb With Me

A million and a half? Natalie’s spine went rigid on the spot.

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She had no real sense of car prices; she’d assumed it was only around eight hundred thousand.

And Marcus had only asked her for two hundred thousand.

The worst part was, she hadn’t even sent that money yet.

“Think whatever you want. I’m going to check on the child.”

“So your new lover is rich too, huh? Even more generous than me. No wonder you were so desperate to divorce me.”

She had barely taken two steps when Jackson’s voice came from behind. Natalie froze for a second but never looked back; she kept walking toward the child’s room.

Sooner or later, he would dig into it. Sooner or later, he would find out the truth.

Explaining now was pointless; she didn’t want to argue.

Seeing Natalie ignore him only made Jackson’s expression darker.

Outside, the storm kept raging.

Natalie set the medicine box by the bed and took the child’s pulse.

Jackson leaned against the doorway, silently watching her back.

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The child slept fitfully, his little face pale and weary.

“Well?”

Jackson walked over, lowering his gaze to her. His voice was deep, heavy.

“It’s just a fever from catching a chill. The sudden weather change these past few days brought it on.” Natalie tucked the boy’s hand back under the blanket. “I brought medicine, but only enough for one dose. I’ll brew it tonight, then have Atlas deliver more tomorrow.”

She pulled the medicine from her kit and handed it to him.

He frowned, “What am I supposed to do with this?”

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Chapter 119 Quit Playing Dumb With Me

“What do you mean, what? Take it down to the maid so she can brew it!”

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“The maid doesn’t know how, and neither do I.” Jackson shoved the medicine back at her. “You make it yourself. The rain’s pouring out there anyway–you can’t go home tonight. He’s your son too; it’s your responsibility to take care of him.”

Natalie faltered for a moment.

She wanted to argue, but he wasn’t wrong; she had no excuse to refuse.

Carrying the herbs, she headed into the kitchen. After dismissing the maid, she set about brewing the medicine herself.

Partway through, footsteps sounded outside.

She glanced back and saw Jackson standing in the doorway.

“You’re really not going to give me an explanation?”

His voice was low, dangerously so, rumbling from behind her.

Natalie turned slightly, meeting his eyes with a cold stare. “Explain what?”

Jackson closed the distance quickly, his whole body radiating menace. “That man. Who is he?”

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Natalie shot him a look, her expression blank. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“You sleep with someone one day, and a few days later, he sends you a car. You’ve got some nerve.” The veins on Jackson’s forehead stood out in anger. “Don’t play dumb. Who is he?”

“If you’re so curious, why don’t you go find out for yourself?” Natalie’s voice was icy. “Don’t waste my time while I’m making medicine for the child.”

Jackson grabbed her suddenly, yanking her back and pinning her against the kitchen’s sliding glass door.

One hand pressed at her throat, the other clamped around her wrist and slammed it against the glass.

The ladle slipped from her hand and clattered to the floor.

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