The Triplets My Ex Never Knew About

Chapter 6: Nathaniel Gets Skeptical

Editor: Henyee Translations

"Christian, come. Mommy made this soup just for you. Here... Ah!" freewebnøvel.com

Just as Estelle was about to speak, Noelle’s hand suddenly trembled. She deliberately nudged herself closer to Estelle.

At that very moment, the bowl of soup was knocked over with a splash, drenching Noelle.

Nathaniel’s chopsticks paused, and he coolly lifted his eyes to look.

Noelle’s eyes reddened. "Dr. Lockwood, what are you doing? I respect that you’re Christian’s doctor and a guest in this house, so I went out of my way to make your life easier. How could you spill the soup I was trying to give to Christian? I don’t mind that the soup spilled on me, but it also splashed Christian, and a child’s skin is very delicate. What if he got burned?"

After saying that, she put on a heartbroken expression.

"Christian, how are you? Let Mommy see."

Nathaniel noticed that Christian’s hand was already blistering from the burn. His brow furrowed sharply, and he immediately stood up and ordered the butler, "Get the first-aid kit."

Christian flinched away from Noelle’s hand at once, his eyes turning dark. "It had nothing to do with the doctor. You knocked it over on purpose."

Noelle’s heart skipped a beat. Had this little bastard really just seen through her?

"Christian, you..." Noelle bit her lip, feigning helplessness. "Fine, have it your way. I know you like Dr. Lockwood, so it’s only natural that you’d want to cover for her. After all, you were the only one who saw what just happened, Christian. If you stick up for her, no one will believe me, no matter how hard I try to explain myself... Never mind. Who asked me to be your mother, anyway? I can’t possibly blame you for this, can I?"

Christian pressed his lips together tightly while Estelle narrowed her eyes.

She couldn’t believe it. In the five years since she had last seen her, this woman’s ability to play the victim had only gotten better. She was clearly the one who had engineered the whole thing with the soup bowl, and now she was acting like the most innocent person there.

She looked at the expressions on the maids’ faces. They all pitied poor Miss Noelle. She was the young boy’s mother and she tried so very hard, yet he treated her so horribly.

She was always the aggressor, but she always managed to play the victim, turning right into wrong.

Noelle’s eyes welled with tears.

"Christian, it’s all Mommy’s fault. If you don’t want to have the soup, you don’t have to. I know Dr. Lockwood doesn’t like me, but for the sake of your health, I can endure anything."

After saying that, she sniffled, putting on a magnanimous air.

"Dr. Lockwood, if I’ve done something to displease you, you can just tell me directly. There’s no need to resort to such petty tricks at the dinner table and disrupt Nathaniel and Christian’s meal. Alright, alright, I won’t hold this against you. Let’s all just forget about it. I’m going to go get cleaned up. You all go ahead and finish your meal."

Noelle looked so wronged, yet so gracious. Who wouldn’t feel a pang of sympathy for her?

Nathaniel frowned, but just as he was about to speak, he was cut off by a woman’s voice.

"Miss Lockwood, please wait." Estelle had a faint mocking smile on her face. "I’m afraid this isn’t over yet. You can’t leave."

Noelle cried with red eyes, "Dr. Lockwood, don’t take this too far! I already said I would let it go. Wasn’t spilling soup on me enough for you? Now, you won’t even let me go get cleaned up? What do you want from me?"

Estelle raised an eyebrow. "Are you sure I was the one who bumped into you on purpose?"

Noelle looked pitifully innocent. "I told you, I forgive you..."

"There is one thing I’m rather curious about," Estelle said, suddenly smiling. "You’ve been living here for five years, Miss Lockwood. Are you telling me you didn’t know there are security cameras in this house?"

She pointed meaningfully at the ceiling. "I assume Mr. Sloan knows where the cameras are, doesn’t he? Why didn’t you give your fiancée a little heads-up before she did something this foolish, Mr. Sloan?"

The room fell silent.

Nathaniel’s sharp gaze shot to Estelle, his fingertips curling slightly.

How could she have known that there was a camera in there?

An impossible theory slowly surfaced in his mind...

Nathaniel ordered in a deep voice, "Pull up the security footage."

All the color drained from Noelle’s face, and a flash of panic crossed her eyes as she subconsciously lunged forward to stop the butler.

Unfortunately, she was a step too slow...

The footage was quickly displayed, showing Noelle not touching Estelle or Christian at all. She had simply, and quite suddenly, tipped the bowl, spilling all the soup on herself.

Then came the footage of her, eyes red and looking utterly wronged, accusing Dr. Lockwood of targeting her.

The room was completely silent as Nathaniel’s expression darkened.

Noelle’s mind went blank. Why was there a camera there?! She had lived at Imperial Crest for so long that she wondered how she had not known that there was a camera there!

"I... I must have been in a hurry... so, so... I didn’t realize I was the one who carelessly knocked over the bowl..."

"Carelessly?" Estelle tilted her head. "So, you’re saying you genuinely intended to feed that soup to Christian?"

Noelle forced a smile. "Of course..."

"Actually, even if you hadn’t deliberately staged that little scene, Miss Lockwood, I would have knocked that soup over myself."

Estelle took the first-aid kit from the butler and began applying ointment to Christian’s hand.

Then, staring into Noelle’s eyes, she said, word by word, "Christian’s medical records clearly state that he is allergic to celery. Even a small amount could have caused him to go into anaphylactic shock and pass out. Even I, the doctor who just got here, know this. Why would you, who claim to care so much about him, serve him a bowl of celery soup? Forgive my presumption, but are you really his mother? Do you want to see him get better, or do you want him to actually die?"

Nathaniel whipped his head around, strode forward, and dabbed his fingertip into the soup spilled on the table. He then brought his finger to his nose and sniffed.

His eyes, dark and heavy, shot to Noelle.

Noelle flinched and let out a shriek.

"I... I didn’t know! I didn’t know! I just wasn’t paying attention..."

Suddenly, she clutched her heart, her face deathly pale.

"Ah!" she gasped. "Nathaniel, my heart... My heart hurts so much..."

Estelle sneered.

She was playing the same trick again. Back when Noelle used to frame her for everything, all it would have taken was her saying "my heart hurts" and her own parents would have told her to be the bigger person and not argue with her.

Her own husband had abandoned her in the middle of the night to rush to the hospital to see Noelle.

Was she really pulling the same old trick again?

Nathaniel frowned. Just as his gaze was about to shift to her, he heard Christian call out in a small, soft voice,

"Daddy, my heart hurts too."

Christian never complained. His health had always been poor, but he never said a word about it, no matter how much he was suffering. freewebnσvel.cøm

And yet now, he was saying that his heart hurt.

Nathaniel’s heart immediately ached for his son.

Without a second thought, he rushed to Christian’s side, bent down, and scooped him into his arms.

"What’s wrong, Christian? Why does your heart hurt? How about Daddy carries you back to your room?"

His heart hurt? There seemed to be nothing wrong, though.

Just then, she saw Christian, nestled in Nathaniel’s arms, give her a sly little wink.

He didn’t look weak by any means anymore.