Echoes of a Forsaken Heart novel Chapter 176

Natalia's brows furrowed sharply.

She glared at Hamilton with fury in her eyes.

"Hamilton, either spit it out or hit the road!"

Hamilton's eyes narrowed dangerously.

"Natalia, did you seriously just tell me to get lost?"

Ignoring him, Natalia turned to the man beside her.

"Ryan, I'm starting to feel a bit peckish."

Ryan quickly ladled out a bowl of steaming porridge from the thermos.

"Scarlett made this for you. Have some to tide you over, and then I'll go grab us some real food."

Natalia nodded with a grateful smile.

She had wanted to serve herself.

Despite her injury, she wasn't so helpless that she needed to be coddled.

But seeing Ryan's eagerness to care for her, she relented.

Hamilton's countenance turned even more sour as he watched Natalia sip the porridge gracefully from the spoon Ryan held to her lips.

He suddenly felt like a glaring spotlight in a cozy dim room.

To him, it seemed Natalia had completely dismissed his presence.

It gnawed at him, the urge to shove Ryan out of the room boiling up inside. He should be the one comforting Natalia, not Ryan.

Hamilton's face darkened as he watched the intimate scene before him, the urge to storm out growing stronger.

But he restrained himself.

"Natalia, Graham's dead."

Hamilton's voice cut through the tension of the hospital room.

Natalia's heart skipped a beat.

"What?"

Ryan also paused abruptly.

Hamilton took a drag from his cigarette.

"After I brought you to the hospital last night, I sent Alden to look for him. But by the time Alden got there, the alley was empty."

"When they finally found him, he was already dead."

Natalia's lips tightened.

Her complexion soured—not so much from grief over Graham's death. After all, she had wished him dead ever since he threw Tatiana to the wolves.

But despite Graham's lifetime of debauchery and wrongdoing, he had always managed to survive. Now, when she had urgent questions for him, he was conveniently dead.

"How did he die? Any leads on the cause?"

"They're conducting an autopsy. We should have the results soon. The police will likely want a statement from you, just be straightforward with them."

Natalia nodded, her mind swirling with unease.

For now, all she could do was wait for the autopsy report.

Ryan's phone rang—it was the State Department. He had an important meeting scheduled today, which he was missing because of Natalia.

Not wanting to worry her, he excused himself.

"Natalia, I need to take this call."

She nodded understandingly.

"Sure."

Once Ryan had stepped out, Hamilton scoffed.

"Natalia, are you sure this boyfriend of yours is what you're looking for? He's never around when you need him."

Natalia didn't want to engage in this topic. "Mr. Fowler, isn't that a bit overstepping?"

"Overstepping? Natalia, think about it. Who is it that's always there for you when trouble strikes?"

She laughed coldly, "Yeah, and it's usually trouble you bring."

Hamilton's face stiffened.

"That won't happen anymore, I promise."

She glanced at him, "Hamilton, I have a boyfriend now. Do you really enjoy being the other man that much?"

Hamilton's temple throbbed.

The other man?

She dared to call him that?

"Natalia, say that again, I dare you!"

She couldn't help but roll her eyes.

"I'm only stating the truth, Mr. Fowler. Please keep your distance in the future!"