His Ugly Bride novel Chapter 321

Leonardo returned to his room and recalled what Violet just said.

It made perfect sense without loopholes, but he felt that something was wrong.

Leonardo thought that he needed to meet Nathan.

Nathan and Violet got married when they were young, but their relationship had gradually deteriorated over the years.

In his memory, Nathan was a gentle and meticulous person with the romance of an artist. He became famous in his early years, but he wanted to accompany Violet and thus didn't care his career too much.

However, in recent years, he had been busy organizing exhibitions and participating in various activities. He didn't even return to the Emerson's for the Spring Festival. Leonardo made up his mind and went downstairs to ask a servant about Nathan's phone number.

When he used to live with Violet, he and Nathan were on pretty good terms, but after he returned to Hoover City, the two of them gradually lost contact, and now they no longer had any contact.

He dialed Nathan's number.

The phone rang several times before connecting.

"Hello?" Nathan's voice was very gentle, and Adams was like him on this point.

Leonardo said softly, "Uncle, it's me."

Nathan was a little surprised, "Leonardo?"

"It's me. Where are you now? Do you have time to meet and chat with me?" Leonardo hadn't seen Nathan for many years, but he knew that Nathan would not reject his request. Nathan was silent for a moment before he said, "Of course, but I'm not going back to Hoover City."

"I'm in Country M, your home."

Nathan fell silent again.

Leonardo did not urge Nathan, but waited for his reply quietly.

"Alright, my exhibition ends this afternoon. I will go home tonight, but don't tell your aunt about this."

"OK."

Nathan would be back in the evening. The time was just right.

After hanging up the phone, Leonardo narrowed his eyes and recalled what Nathan said, "Don't tell your aunt about this."

He carefully analyzed this sentence with

profound implications. Without letting Violet know, Nathan was willing to have a chat with Leonardo.

However, Leonardo had never talked about anything from the beginning.

Apparently, Nathan knew what Leonardo wanted to talk about.

This was a tacit understanding between intelligent people.

In the evening, Leonardo and Nathan made a phone call and made an appointment to meet at a cafe in the city.

When Leonardo arrived, it was exactly six o'clock.

He ordered a cup of coffee and chose a seat by the window where he could see the parking lot at the door, waiting for Nathan.

After nearly half an hour, he suddenly heard a few screams. Along with it came a burst of noisy footsteps and cries of alarm.

"Heavens, an accident!"

"How is he?"

"Call an ambulance."

Leonardo frowned slightly and didn't care about it at first.

Suddenly, he seemed to have thought of something, and rushed out.

He elbowed his way in the crowd and walked to the man who was hit by the car.

It was a middle-aged man. His white shirt was dyed red with blood. Only his collar was still snow white. He had been crashed so hard that it was difficult to recognize him.

Leonardo squatted down and wiped the blood off his face. He could vaguely see his face. It was Nathan!

Leonardo paused and then shouted, "Uncle? Nathan?"

The man lying on the ground moved his fingers, and then remained motionless.