Echoes of a Forsaken Heart novel Chapter 195

A makeshift sign, a fan's declaration of devotion, struck Hamilton square in the back with the weight of an unwanted gift.

Natalia gasped, her voice escaping in a mix of shock and concern, "Hamilton!"

It was only after she called out that she realized her lapse in composure.

Hamilton’s brow furrowed in a flash of pain.

Then, turning to face the fan, his gaze was so icy it could have frozen the room.

The fan blanched under his cold stare.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Fowler, I—I was aiming for that home-wrecker! Our darling Eveleen has been wronged by her! Mr. Fowler, you must avenge our Eveleen!"

Upon finishing, the fan's words only darkened Hamilton’s expression further.

"How did you get in here?"

Security at the courthouse was tight, and fan signs were definitely not on the approved items list.

The fan’s knees buckled with fear, and as tears began to flow, Hamilton’s questioning gaze didn't let up.

"I just can’t stand her, Hamilton! You and our Eveleen are meant to be! That woman is nothing but a mistress!"

The fan’s emotions escalated.

Alden hurried over with security to detain the trembling fan.

"Bro, you alright?"

Hamilton didn’t respond, his eyes instead found Natalia.

"Are you hurt?"

She shook her head, "No."

Then after a brief pause added, "Thank you."

Her face remained pale.

Truth be told, ever since Eveleen unveiled that psychiatric assessment, Natalia had been somewhat distracted.

When the sign was hurled, she hadn’t even thought to duck.

Hamilton’s heart sank at her courteous "thank you."

Why did she have to be so formal with him?

His expression darkened, "What were you thinking? Didn’t you see that coming at you?"

Alden frowned at this exchange.

Was this really the time for such words?

Shouldn't he be comforting her now?

"Natalia, my brother’s hurt. Could you look after him for a bit? I need to handle this fan situation."

The fans, agitated over Eveleen’s ordeal in court, were causing quite a commotion at the entrance.

Natalia nodded and turned to Hamilton.

"Are you injured?"

Even a fan sign couldn’t inflict serious damage.

But it was Hamilton who had shielded her; had the sign hit her, it would've likely struck her face with dire consequences.

So, she felt obliged to ask.

Hamilton frowned at her, on the verge of saying more but ultimately just grunted in acknowledgment.

Natalia’s eyes flashed with concern.

"Is it bad?"

Her tone was laden with worry, though Hamilton could tell she wasn’t really concerned about his injury.

Seeing through this, Hamilton felt a sting of frustration.

"Natalia, do you think I’ll sue you over this?"

She glanced at him, "Let’s get you to a doctor."

Hamilton scoffed, "It hurts, but it's not that bad. No need for a doctor. Don’t worry, I won’t hold you responsible."

After a moment of silence, Natalia finally said, "Let's go. We'll see a doctor."

She started to leave.

Hamilton was about to follow when someone called, "Mr. Fowler!"

Lucinda approached with tears in her eyes.

"Mr. Fowler, please save Eveleen. For old times' sake, save Eveleen. If she’s locked up, it’ll ruin her life."

Lucinda was nearly on her knees before Hamilton.

Natalia, steps ahead, halted abruptly.

Turning back to Hamilton, she said, "I'll wait for you outside," before walking away.

Hamilton’s gaze hardened as he regarded Lucinda.

"Some actions have consequences, Mrs. Schafer. Coming to me won't help."