Echoes of a Forsaken Heart novel Chapter 165

Hamilton picked up the call with unusual haste.

He sat on the couch, his face clouded with brooding shadows.

The housekeeper approached with a cotton swab soaked in antiseptic.

"Mr. Fowler, perhaps you should tend to that bite before it gets worse."

Blood still stained Hamilton's arm from where Natalia had sunk her teeth into him.

He glanced at the wound with detached indifference and muttered, "Leave it."

It was a mark from Natalia, a debt he intended to repay in kind.

Eveleen, on the other end of the line, overheard the housekeeper and felt a surge of hope.

Was Hamilton’s injury the reason he hadn’t shown up?

"Hamilton, are you hurt? Is that why you didn't come? I’ll wait for you, we can postpone the surgery until you’re better."

Hamilton took a drag from a freshly lit cigarette before replying, "No need to wait. The surgery's off."

Eveleen's heart skipped a beat, panic rising in her voice.

"Hamilton, you promised you wouldn’t abandon me! You can’t go back on your word!"

A scoff escaped Hamilton’s lips.

"Eveleen, I did promise to help you with the surgery, and I said I wouldn’t leave a scar. But if you’re the artist behind your own scars, then it’s a different story altogether."

Eveleen choked up, her anxiety intensifying.

"What do you mean, Hamilton? How could I have done this to myself? I’m not crazy."

Silence was his only response, and in those moments of quiet, Eveleen’s panic soared.

"Hamilton, I—"

Before she could finish, Hamilton cut in, "How many times have I warned you, Eveleen? Do you take my words for wind?"

"I didn’t, Hamilton, I really didn’t—"

"If you love scars that much, then let it adorn your face forever. Don’t waste medical resources."

With that, Hamilton hung up.

Eveleen stared at the disconnected call, her face twisting from hurt to a seething rage.

What was Hamilton playing at?

Was he condemning her to live with this scar?

All because she inflicted it upon herself?

Or was it because of Natalia?

It must be Natalia.

If Hamilton had discovered the scar was self-inflicted, then surely, he must suspect her involvement in the supposed kidnapping.

And for Natalia, he'd let her live with this disfigurement for life?

Furious, Eveleen hurled her phone across the room.

Lucinda’s expression darkened on witnessing the scene. She had overheard the entire conversation.

"Hamilton can be so ruthless," she muttered, shooting a disdainful glance at Patrick. "We should have ended Natalia when we had the chance! Instead, you insisted on letting her change her name. Look where that’s gotten us—stuck with a ticking time bomb!"

Patrick's face matched Lucinda's in its grimness. Never had he imagined Hamilton would actually fall for Natalia, the daughter he'd cast aside, now climbing to heights his own pampered daughter could not reach. It left him feeling as though he'd swallowed bile.

"What’s the rush? It's just a plastic surgeon. If Hamilton can find one, can’t we find another?"

Patrick said as he dialed out, confident in his connections within the medical community.

Eveleen was the Schafer family's prized jewel; he wouldn't let her future be marred by a scar.

But as he made call after call, Patrick realized he had been naïve. Once doctors heard Eveleen's name, they recoiled as if warned off by a higher power. In mere hours, Eveleen had become persona non grata in the cosmetic surgery world.

Patrick returned with a grim face, relaying the situation.

Lucinda turned pale with anger, and Eveleen sobbed uncontrollably.