Echoes of a Forsaken Heart novel Chapter 237

Hamilton nodded, "Call me if you need anything."

Natalia smiled in response.

However, as she walked out of the hospital room, the smile gradually faded from her face.

It wasn't surprising that Hamilton didn't want her to meet his family.

He was a firm believer in staying single, something she had always known.

But what about her?

Could she really follow him for the rest of her life without any formal recognition?

She sighed softly, trying to gather her scattered thoughts as she walked back.

Alden followed closely behind.

"Natalia, don't overthink it," he said.

Natalia managed a smile, "Yeah, I'm fine. You go back and take care of your brother."

Alden frowned, "Are you sure you're okay?"

Natalia looked down, "I'm fine. It's not like my relationship with your brother has reached the meeting the parents stage yet."

Alden wanted to say more, but Natalia had already turned and left.

He sighed, feeling helpless.

He had been looking forward to seeing some signs of reconciliation between the two, but then his grandfather had to come and throw a wrench in the works.

Thinking about it gave Alden a headache.

As Natalia reached the elevator, the doors opened.

Out stepped several men in black suits, followed by an imposing elderly man.

The old man was dressed in a sharp suit, cane in hand.

She had seen this man numerous times in the news.

Westley, always Westley.

And by Westley's side was a woman.

She appeared to be in her mid-twenties, beautiful and elegant, standing next to Westley with a certain intimacy.

"Westley, do you think Hamilton will like me in this outfit?" she asked.

Westley's eyes were full of indulgence, "If he dares to say he doesn't like it, I'll have words with him!"

The woman's smile was sweet, "Oh, don't be too hard on him. I wouldn't want you to do that."

Natalia stood to the side, unsure how to react.

Westley's sharp gaze suddenly landed on her.

With scrutiny and an unmistakable disdain that he made no effort to hide.

Natalia stood tall, forcing herself to maintain composure.

Just as she was about to turn away, the woman by Westley's side stopped in front of her.

"Ms. Jenkins, right? I've heard about you. I'm Delilah, nice to meet you."

After saying this, Delilah extended her hand.

Natalia forced a smile.

Before she could respond, a derisive laugh echoed from down the hall.

"Delilah sure knows how to make friends, greeting just about anyone."

Hamilton, looking pale and shadowed, was sitting in a wheelchair.

Delilah glared at Hamilton, "Since when do you get to dictate who I befriend, Hamilton?"

Then, turning to Natalia, "Ms. Jenkins, don't you think he's being a bit too controlling?"

Natalia chuckled, "Sorry, Delilah, I've got things to do. Excuse me."

With that, she turned and left.

In the hallway, Westley watched Natalia's retreating figure, his eyes cold.

Delilah, seemingly unfazed by the snub, approached Hamilton, "Hamilton, are you snubbing me for her?"

Hamilton's expression was icy, "I never made plans with Delilah. Whoever made plans with you, that's who you should be talking to."

Delilah's face flushed with embarrassment.

Westley was furious, but he restrained himself from causing a scene in the hallway.

Instead, he huffed and walked towards the hospital room at the end of the corridor with his cane.

Back in her room, Natalia felt like she was only just coming back to herself.

Scarlett came in, carrying two breakfast platters.

"What's wrong? You look upset. Is Hamilton seriously hurt?"