NovelEnglishChapter 570 In the end, Hendrix made the call. It was the first tin over two years that he had contacted Nathan. But to his surprise, the person who answered wasn't Nathan.
"Who are you? Are you a family member of Nathan's?" The way the person spoke on the other end made Hendrix frown. He immediately sensed something was wrong. "What happened to Nathan?" "He was in a car accident, and the wound got infected," the person replied. "If you're a family member of his, you'd better cquickly and have him transferred to another hospital." The country Nathan had gone to had extremely poor sanitation and healthcare. Countless people died from malaria every year. Even the locals struggled to get access to quality medical care. What was more to say for someone like Nathan, who was alone with no support? Hendrix had originally planned to let Nathan fend for himself there. After all, from the very beginning, he had never intended for him to return alive.
But what Grant had said earlier had deeply unsettled Hendrix. His mind raced with countless possibilities about what Nathan might have said to Noelle. Could that have been the reason she left him? But why hadn't she told him? After all, they finally had a chance to sit down and have an honest conversation. Hendrix didn't have the answers to all his questions, but he desperately wanted them.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtSo, he immediately called someone stationed in that country. First, they needed to arrange for Nathan's transfer to a better hospital. And once he regained consciousness, they were to contact Hendrix immediately.
Hendrix knew it would take stfor that to happen, and there was no guarantee that Nathan would even wake up. Still, he couldn't control his growing anxiety.
Those days happened to coincide with the mourning period for Ophelia. As the eldest grandson, Hendrix was expected to keep vigil at the funeral home. He also had countless company matters to attend to.
The constant busyness kept his mind in a constant state of tension. Sometimes, even when he was utterly exhausted physically, he often lay in bed, unable to sleep.
On the third day after Ophelia's passing, Hendrix saw Noelle in the funeral home, and beside her was Dylan.
Noelle didn't really need to come. After all, she and Hendrix were divorced. So technically, she no longer had any ties to the Freeman family. But she reminded herself that, in the end, Ophelia had left her something before passing. And besides, Rosie was still part of the Freeman family.
In the end, she still came, and Dylan didn't object—he simply accompanied her. Noelle wore a simple black dress. Her hair was still cut short, just above her ears, with a small white flower tucked beside one of them.
Hendrix had been in the middle of a conversation when they arrived.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmAlthough Ophelia had spent her final years under house arrest and had no real power, her status still drew many people from various circles to pay their respects.
The scene, while ostensibly a farewell to Ophelia, felt more like a
peculiar social gathering. Groups three or four stood around the m funeralhome, their face devoid of grief filled instead with the ambition to expand their networks.
Even Hendrix was no exception. Ophelia's death hadn't affected him in the slightest. Erbm start to finish, he hadn'shed a single tear or shown the slightest flicker of emotion. That was, until he saw Noelle and Dylan enter together.
He immediately tensed up, his gaze fixed intently on them And it wasn't just him -the others noticed them, too.
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