Shattered Then Healed By His Love (by Haley Blanton) novel Chapter 70

70 Breaking Point

As Jackson strode inside, Atlas instinctively called from behind the counter. “Sir, are you here for a consultation?”

Jackson turned his head toward the voice.

Even with a mask, it was clear the young man was striking. Tall, clean–cut, about one meter eighty–five–he radiated energy that was hard to miss.

Atlas studied him as well. The black suit, the air of wealth and authority… unmistakably someone from a powerful family.

“Sir?” Atlas called again when Jackson didn’t answer.

But Jackson ignored him, closing the distance in a few long strides. He seized Natalie’s arm. “Such an important day for you, and you didn’t tell me?”

Natalie halted sharply.

She turned her head to look at him, her voice even. “And why should I? What does it have to do with you?”

“You used my money to open this clinic. Am I not allowed to ask?”

Her expression hardened instantly. She yanked her arm free. “How many times do I have to repeat myself? That money came from the guardian lions you bought. You chose to pay for them. Once it entered my pocket, it became mine.”

Jackson’s tone turned cold. “Then whose flowers are those out front? You don’t have many friends. Who would send so many baskets?”

Natalie’s patience snapped. “If you have this much time on your hands, go pick up your son. By now he should be out of school. Stop letting your mistress do it, or people will think I’m dead.”

Atlas’s eyes went wide.

In just a few sentences, he pieced together the situation. So this was Natalie’s husband. They had a child together. And he… had another woman outside.

For all her grace, her private life was tangled in a storm. A good woman–cursed with a bad

man.

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“Natalie, must you speak this way?”

Jackson’s eyes burned with anger.

But Natalie only glanced at him coolly before turning toward Atlas. “Check if this man has a head injury. If not, please show him out.”

Atlas straightened. “Of course, Natalie.”

Without waiting for Jackson’s reply, Natalie strode back into the consultation room to await her next patient.

Jackson stood rigid, seething. When had this woman grown so sharp–tongued? Cutting without ever using a single foul word.

Atlas stepped forward. “Sir, unless you’re here as a patient, please leave. You’re obstructing consultations. Patients come first. I hope you understand.”

Jackson lifted his gaze to meet the young man’s. His anger flared hotter.

What kind of obedient soldier had she found?

With a cold snort, he turned on his heel and stormed out.

A few moments later, Atlas slid open the consultation room door, poking his head in. “Natalie, he’s gone.”

“Good. Thank you.” She smiled lightly.

Atlas tugged down his mask and leaned against the doorframe. “That was your husband?”

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