Turning Of The Tide (Natalie and Trevon)

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Theo sat in the chair, his weathered and wrinkled hands delicately grasping the cup of coffee as he took a sip. He slowly lifted his gaze and turned to his grandson Trevon, who was seated across the table. "You've spent half a month together. What are your thoughts on Natalie now? Is she a calculating girl that you think?"

Theo had also served in the army during his youth, and he could keenly discern the change in his grandson's eyes.

It seemed that conflicting emotions churned inside him now.

Theo wished to advise Trevon, so he devised an excuse to have the butler take Natalie around the Wilson's old residence.

Trevon pursed his lips, choosing not to answer the question.

But Theo couldn't let him off so quickly. He glanced at his grandson and said, "Don't think I don't know that you coerced Natalie into signing a three-month agreement.

"You don't need to look at me like that. Neither Natalie nor Jim informed. me about that. I have my own ways of finding out. As your grandfather, I fear your inherent suspicion may make you regret it later. Natalie is truly a good girl. Even those ladies born into wealth can't match her."

Trevon felt his grandfather was exaggerating. "Are you so certain she has no ulterior motives?"

Theo let out a sigh. "Oh, my dear boy, you've spent too much time in the army. You tend to scrutinize everyone, but not everyone is as complicated as you think. You can delve into her past with your methods, but I don't want you to end up comprehending her in that manner. Do you think she willingly married you?"

"So, is it not her own will to marry me?" Trevon thought.

Theo's words inevitably disturbed Trevon's mind.

Theo earnestly continued, "Oh, Trevon, you want to know why I compelled you to marry her, right? You don't want to yield because you think I arranged your marriage. Do you really believe that I'm now old and confused?

"You're too clever for your own good, but you're fooled by your

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intelligence this time. I fear you won't let go of your preconceptions. about Natalie if I don't tell you everything today.

"I was wickedly plotted to bring about my downfall in my youth when I wanted to make my own way to success alongside your grandmother. At that time, no wealthiest or the four noble families existed. With a wild ambition, upon leaving the military, I intended to embark on my own business ventures. I journeyed across the breadth of the land, accompanied by your grandmother, while your granduncle pursued his studies in college. We were not well off at that time. Once, a scheming third party undermined my collaboration with a company. They sought to intercept the collaboration, dispatching thugs to kill me. In the ensuing escape, your grandmother suffered severe injuries, and that's also why she died so early."

As Theo recounted this tale, his eyes grew misty, and a tinge of red appeared beneath them.

Theo inhaled deeply and continued, "However, fortune smiled upon us when we chanced upon Barron, a lover of deep-sea fishing. Don't underestimate the Foster family. Before the Wilson family rose, the Foster family occupied a position of influence back then. It was all after Barron's son took over the Foster family, and the Foster family gradually declined. After being saved by Barron, he and his wife visited us occasionally and even helped me as a middleman between business transactions. With Barron's assistance, our path grew smoother slowly. He initially provided me with the necessary funds without asking for any returns. I expressed heartfelt gratitude and made him a promise, assuring him that if ever he encountered hardship, he could turn to me, and I would spare no effort in aiding him.

"Trevon, you possess remarkable intelligence and discernment. You understand what must be done next. Natalie broke off contact with her. father and received her education under Barron's guidance. With the nurturing provided by Barron's kind-heartedness, she cannot be a calculating girl. There are numerous qualities about her that you remain unaware of. I implore you not to be blinded by the superficiality or view her through tinted glasses. She married you because of her grandfather's coercion instead of her own will. Furthermore, Barron also didn't disclose our family background to her."

As Trevon left the study, Theo's words echoed persistently in his ears. If his grandpa's claim were true, then without Barron, the Wilson family wouldn't exist today, and there was nothing logically flawed about that.

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Barron's help made the Wilson family a success, so in some sense, Natalie was the benefactor of the Wilson family.

Had Barron not possessed a kind heart and rescued his grandfather, it was conceivable that his present self would cease to exist.

This was the second time in his adult life that his grandfather openly engaged in a long conversation with Trevon. The first occasion occurred. when Trevon was 18 and yearned to enlist in the army.

His grandfather meticulously explained the rules that had to be followed in the army then.

No wonder Natalie didn't hesitate to sign the premarital agreement and mention divorce.

It turned out that she longed to get divorced early!

A cacophonous and playful noise emanated from the door.

And a diverse group of individuals came in, young and old, men and

Women.

The group leader was the second eldest of the Wilson family, Theo's brother. He was accompanied by his son. Ted Wilson, Trevon's uncle, his daughter-in-law Peggy Wilson and grandson, Max. As for the woman who came arm in arm with Max, her identity cluded Trevon's knowledge.

In fact, Trevon had no interest in her identity at all!

Trevon courteously nodded to them. "Granduncle, uncle, aunt."

The first time Emily came to such an opulent residence, she couldn't help but let out a subtle sigh of awe. However, she concealed it expertly, maintaining the grace and dignity befitting a daughter of a noble family.

Beholding the legendary Trevon, she remained captivated. "Oh, he's so handsome. No wonder numerous women in Athana aspire to marry him," Emily thought in her heart.

If only he weren't as scary as people said, she really wanted to develop a romantic relationship with him. Though becoming Max's wife would be advantageous, it was not as glorious as being the wife of Trevon, the actual heir of the Wilson family.

Max also extended his greetings. "Trevon."

In response, Trevon offered a nod and uttered, "I shall take a stroll

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Promptly, the Wilson family's maid and housekeeper, Mary, scurried toward Trevon, respectfully inquiring. "Mr. Wilson, are you seeking out Mrs. Wilson?"

Meanwhile, Mary thought to herself, "Mr. Wilson is truly attached to Mrs. Wilson. Look, he already missed her so much after not seeing her just for a while!" Trevon replied in a hushed tone, "Yes. Where is she now?"

"Mrs. Wilson is in the greenhouse now. She claims the flowers there are simply exquisite and wants to relish their beauty there for a while, so she let me come back first."

Emily was stunned. She turned her head gracefully towards the

gentleman beside her and uttered softly, "Max, is your cousin already married?"

With an air of disdain. Max said, "Yes, but he was coerced into matrimony, and he didn't love that woman at all."

Emily felt a bit better at Max's words, finding solace in the fact that Max. still held affection for her. Indeed, Trevon was not a good choice.

In the Wilson family's greenhouse. Natalie, in a pristine white gown, stood in profound contemplation of the resplendent white roses. Trevon refrained from interrupting her, opting instead to observe her every move at the door silently.

Natalie possessed a smile untainted by the world's concerns, as pure as the white roses she caressed in her delicate hands.

After a while, she rose to inspect the adjacent orchids, entirely oblivious. to Trevon standing at the door.

Each flower in the greenhouse received meticulous care and bloomed with exceptional vitality. Some varieties should not be in bloom during this season, yet they, too, seemed to synchronize their blossoming, undoubtedly due to the special care they received from the maids.

Sensing the intensity of Trevon's gaze, she lifted her eyes to meet his penetrating gaze. "Mr. Wilson, have you also come to admire the flowers?"

As he entered the greenhouse, Trevon said, instead of answering Natalie's

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question, "You seem to favor white roses."

He held little interest in admiring the flowers, for they were ant indulgence he deemed unworthy of his time.

Consequently, he rarely took notice of them.

Natalie and Trevon were now in unprecedented harmony. "Not really. I merely noticed the splendor of the greenhouse, so I came to have a look. There are countless flowers not for the season blooming now." Trevon glanced at Natalie, her face adorned with a beaming smile, and his eyes gleamed. "Well, my grandmother possesses an affinity for flowers. My grandfather commissioned the creation of this greenhouse. All kinds of flowers in this greenhouse are my grandmother's favorites. The temperature and humidity here are tailored to ensure these flowers bloom throughout the year." Natalie was taken aback. It was the first time Trevon had openly discussed his family in her presence. She couldn't help but feel astonished by the deep affection between Theo and his wife. If only her own mother didn't marry the wrong person...

A tinge of envy crept into her. "Your grandma must be very blissful to have found your grandpa, a devoted lover. What about your grandma? Why haven't I seen her today?"

Trevon noticed the fleeting glimpse of sadness in Natalie's eyes. "My grandma suffered a severe injury when she was young, so she departed from this world long ago." Natalie wondered if she had misread, but she glimpsed a hint of sorrow lingering in Trevon's eyes.

Trevon interrupted her thoughts. "Come on. It's almost time for dinner."

Understanding that Trevon might not wish to delve into the topic, Natalie refrained from probing further. After all, it was his private matter, and they were not close to confiding their secrets to one another.