The Triplets My Ex Never Knew About

Chapter 71: Chapter 71: A Man’s Mouth, a Lying Ghost

Nathaniel’s eyes darkened. "I never gave her permission to live in our marital home."

Estelle Lockwood’s playful smile instantly chilled. ’He’s still lying to me, even now!’

’Could it be that everything I saw before was a lie?’

Before the wedding, everyone told her that Nathaniel Sloan was originally Noelle Lockwood’s fiancé, and that she, the country bumpkin, had stolen him away.

After the wedding, Noelle Lockwood had brazenly moved into Imperial Crest. When Estelle couldn’t stand it anymore and confronted her, Noelle feigned surprise and retorted, "Of course, my brother-in-law asked me to move in. Didn’t he tell you?"

’And now... Nathaniel was saying he never gave her permission?’

Estelle Lockwood scoffed and turned to Iris Sloan. "See, Auntie? Never trust a word a man says. They’re all liars."

Iris Sloan wasn’t inclined to give her nephew an easy time, either.

’How could he even say something like that? It doesn’t take a genius to know that no woman would invite another woman to come live in her own home after getting married.’

Especially since the whole city knew Noelle Lockwood was in love with Nathaniel Sloan!

Estelle wasn’t insane; she wouldn’t bring Noelle home just to watch her own husband and little sister be all lovey-dovey.

"This place reeks of fake innocence. I’ve lost my appetite. Yara, let’s go eat next door."

Iris Sloan stood up, grabbed her bag, and left. Estelle Lockwood nodded and followed her out the door.

Nathaniel Sloan’s lips tightened into a thin line. He waited until their figures had vanished before turning his cold gaze on Noelle Lockwood.

Seeing that the troublemakers were gone, Noelle put on a shy expression. "Nathaniel..."

"Back then, Estelle said you weren’t feeling well. President and Mrs. Lockwood were on a business trip at the time, and she was worried about you, so she brought you to Imperial Crest. Is that how it happened?"

Noelle Lockwood’s scalp tightened, but she maintained her gentle demeanor. "Brother-in-law, I’m not clear on the specifics myself. All I know is that my sister suddenly called and asked me to move to Imperial Crest..."

At this, tears welled up in Noelle Lockwood’s eyes. "Brother-in-law, did someone say something to you? Do you think I threatened my sister back then, deliberately moving into your home just to cause problems for you both?"

Nathaniel’s gaze remained heavy.

Noelle Lockwood looked as if she’d been gravely misunderstood, her tears falling like rain. "How could I ever be that kind of person? Besides, you wouldn’t doubt something my sister told you herself, would you?"

’He was right. What Estelle had said back then wouldn’t have been a lie.’ freewёbn૦νeɭ.com

’But Yara...’

"Nathaniel, since your aunt has left, should I stay and eat with you?" Noelle Lockwood didn’t want to let this opportunity slip by.

Nathaniel turned away coldly. "That won’t be necessary."

He showed Noelle Lockwood no courtesy whatsoever, leaving her behind in the private room.

Noelle Lockwood’s chest heaved with rage. Her gentle, proper mask fell away completely. With a sinister expression, she stormed forward and swept all the dishes off the table and onto the floor.

’Yara... Just you wait!’

’Sooner or later, I will drive that meddling woman out!’

...

Estelle Lockwood and Iris Sloan got a new private room next door and ordered a few dishes.

It was already midnight when Estelle returned to Imperial Crest.

"I’m telling you, with these headaches of yours, why don’t you see a few more doctors?"

The moment she walked in the door, she heard Zane Grant’s voice.

Zane Grant was standing beside Nathaniel Sloan, dressed in a white lab coat and holding some sort of instrument.

He had clearly been called over to treat Nathaniel’s illness.

Estelle glanced at her phone and confirmed that it was, in fact, midnight. She tutted. ’The life of a working stiff is rough, having to work overtime at midnight.’

’Still, what did that have to do with her?’

Estelle turned to go upstairs but was stopped by Zane Grant. "Dr. Lockwood! Could I trouble you to help me with something?"

Zane Grant jogged over to her as if he’d just seen his savior. "Nathaniel’s headache is flaring up, and it’s pretty bad today. He needs his medicine, but whenever he has an episode, he won’t let anyone near him. We can’t get him to take it."

Estelle raised an eyebrow. Only then did she get a clear look at Nathaniel’s condition.

His eyes were shut tight, his forehead beaded with cold sweat as he leaned motionless against the sofa. But the moment anyone approached, he would open his icy eyes, rejecting any and all contact.

Zane cleared his throat. "We’re really at a loss here, Dr. Lockwood. Please, have a heart and lend us a hand?"

Estelle averted her gaze and frowned. "If none of you can do anything, what makes you think I can?"

Zane said, "Everyone’s tried, and no one can get close to Nathaniel. You’re the only one left, Dr. Lockwood. Please, just give it a try."

Estelle lowered her gaze.

Nathaniel’s headaches were a congenital problem. They hadn’t been so bad at first, but they grew more severe as he got older.

When they first married, Estelle had spared no effort to make him more comfortable, even formulating a special aromatherapy blend to suppress his headaches.

But later, Nathaniel gave the credit for developing that blend to Noelle Lockwood, adding another impressive achievement to Noelle’s résumé.

Thinking of this, she shot a sidelong glance at the man on the sofa before turning back to Zane. "As far as Nathaniel is concerned, I’m practically a stranger. Dr. Grant, you’re his childhood friend. If even you can’t get through to him, there’s no way I can."

"However, I know someone who probably can. I’ll give you a phone number. You can call her."

All Zane wanted was to get Nathaniel’s headache under control, so he didn’t think twice. "Great! Then please give me the number, Dr. Lockwood."

Estelle tapped her phone a couple of times and went upstairs to shower.

After her shower, she heard an affectedly sweet female voice from downstairs. "Dr. Grant, what’s wrong with Nathaniel? I rushed right over as soon as I got the call."

Zane: "...?"

Zane clearly hadn’t expected the woman Estelle was talking about to be Noelle Lockwood!

His own head began to throb. "Wait, you..." freēwebnovel.com

But Noelle Lockwood had already rushed in and run to the sofa. "I’ll give him the medicine... Ah, Nathaniel, it’s me, Noelle! Look at me..."

Nathaniel’s icy eyes turned bloodshot, and he violently smashed the medicine bowl on the floor.

Noelle’s eyes turned red. "Nathaniel, don’t be like this. I’ll go brew another bowl, just drink a little bit, please..."

Then came a man’s hoarse rasp: "Get out."

Estelle pursed her lips. ’Nathaniel really can’t appreciate kindness. I used to put him first, caring for him day and night, but he thought Noelle was the one taking care of him and gave her all the credit.’

’Now that I’ve brought Noelle right to him, shouldn’t he be happy?’

Estelle closed her door, put in her earplugs, and fell into a deep sleep.

...

Estelle had the next day off, so she didn’t wake up until after nine. As soon as she got downstairs, she saw the man in the living room who clearly hadn’t slept all night.

Nathaniel’s expression was cold. Hearing Estelle coming down the stairs, he turned his head. "Was it you who called Noelle over last night?"

Estelle paused, then raised an eyebrow and nodded. "I did. You’re welcome."

The words had barely left her mouth when the man suddenly rose to his feet.

Perhaps because he’d been tormented by the headache all night, Nathaniel’s face was dark. His usual gentle demeanor was gone, replaced by a cold and obsessive intensity.

Seeing him like this, Estelle subconsciously took a step back. "What are you doing?"