The Heiress Nobody Saw Coming (Natalie and Marcus)

The interrogation of Kenton and Lina went on for a long time.

All these years, Kenton had been secretly collecting evidence while working for Yvette. He had already given a large portion of it to Julie. After she was rescued by Federrick's people, the first thing she did upon seeing Natalie was hand everything over.

Meanwhile, Natalie had already teamed up with Marcus to secretly approach the enforcement office. Working together, they obtained Selena's notebook and began investigating behind the scenes while preparing for a rescue operation.

Now, the evidence Kenton held was more crucial and essential than ever.

The case was nearly solved now. All that remained was to verify the testimonies and issue the sentences.

Lina listened as Kenton confessed to everything. Her face grew paler, and the despair in her eyes deepened.

There was no turning back.

When Kenton finished, she knew there was no room for argument.

"Lina, do you have anything to say?"

"I confess to everything." She closed her eyes, tears slipping down her cheeks. "I confess to everything," she said again.

At the same time, Yvette sat alone in another interrogation room.

In front of her, an iPad played a live feed from the room where Kenton and Lina were still confessing to their crimes.

She remained silent, watching as Kenton and Lina finished explaining everything.

When the footage ended, a voice could be heard beside her, saying, "Yvette, it's your turn now."

The woman was covered in bruises, and her hair was a tangled mess. Yvette looked utterly disheveled.

She was handcuffed to her chair, and the iPad was placed just out of reach. She couldn't even smash it if she wanted to.

Yvette was silent for a long time before finally exhaling a deep breath. She didn't scream or break down. Instead, she spoke calmly. "I have nothing to confess. Everything they said is true."

"So you admit to the crimes Kenton and Lina described?"

Yvette nodded. "Yes."

With that single word, the biggest human trafficking case in Amberton was finally cracked.

"Take her into custody. The sentencing will proceed as scheduled."

Yvette heard the words through the speaker, and tears rolled down her face.

For Yvette, that meant the death penalty.

Dying of natural causes would be better.

...

Natalie and Marcus sat by the window of Uptown Café in Amberton, sipping coffee. They had just received news from the enforcement office that the case was finally closed.

Yvette, Kenton, and Lina had all been sentenced to death. They would be executed by firing squad in a week.

Natalie took another sip of her coffee, then looked across the table at Marcus.

His sharp features and piercing gaze made his presence intense. Ever since Charles passed away, the air around him had only grown colder and more ruthless. But beneath that, there was grief—so well-hidden that most people wouldn't notice.

Natalie, however, had spent the most time with him. She was observant and perceptive.

She could sense it.

"I never expected that hospital to be hiding such horrors," she finally said. "Now I wonder... Was turning it into a rescue center the right decision?"

Marcus set down his cup and met her gaze. "If you believe it was the right thing to do, then it was right. Nat, as long as you're doing good, there's no need to overthink it."

"You were taken from that hospital and ended up at the Langley residence, where you suffered greatly. But that's also how you met Mr. Langton.

"You became stronger because of it but suffering shouldn't have to be justified."

"Marcus, do you think what I did was right or wrong?" She stared at him intently. "I want the truth."

"Right or wrong depends on the heart. As long as you have no regrets, that's what matters."

She thought about it for a long time but still couldn't decide if she was right or wrong. "Grandpa Charles is gone. Grandma is gone, too. And now, Yvette and the others are about to be executed.noveldrama

"I just feel sorry for all the babies who were sold. Some of them didn't even live long enough to grow up."

"Yvette and the other bastards

deserve to die." He gritted his teeth. "Yvette has no right to pin everything on my grandfather. She could die a hundred, a thousand times over, and it still wouldn't be enough.

Seeing his emotions flare up, she quickly reached out and took his hand. "She won't have an easy time. There's still a week before the execution. That week will be hell for her."

He closed his eyes while steadying his breath. "Sorry. I didn't mean to scare you." "Marcus, I don't get scared that easily. You don't have to be so careful around me."

"Nat, hold me."

She didn't hesitate and wrapped her arms around him.

His eyes burned with unshed tears as she held him.

Yvette would die, but that wouldn't bring Charles back.

"If you're sad, just cry." She gently patted his back. "You don't have to hold it all in, Marcus."

"I won't cry," he murmured in a hoarse voice. "I promised Grandpa I would live well. I would be happy."

"Crying doesn't mean you're not happy." She sighed. "I noticed that you haven't been sleeping. You don't use the herbal sachets I gave you either you don't even light the scented oils. If this keeps up your body won't be able to take it."

"I don't need anything to help me sleep." He didn't want to. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw Charles dying in the study. "It was my fault. I didn't pay enough attention to him. I should have had someone watching him closely."

"It wouldn't have helped." Her heart clenched as she spoke, "Marcus, we can't save someone who's already made up their mind to die.

"Come on, let's get some rest."

She swallowed down her own emotions. She had worked with so many patients since taking over the clinic.

Some clung to life desperately. Some wanted nothing more than to die. The ones who had already given up always found a way, no matter how hard their families tried to hold them down.

Charles had made his decision the moment he learned the truth. Even if they had saved him that day, he wouldn't have lived much longer. That was why she had told Marcus to be prepared from the very start.

Marcus knew that, too.

He steadied himself, and after a long pause, he finally said, "They'll be executed one week from now, right?"

She nodded. "Yes. There's no doubt about their sentences."

"Good. We'll watch."

"For now, let's get some rest," she said.

"Alright." He didn't argue this time. "But we just had coffee. Can we even sleep?"

She smiled. "With me here, of course you can."

"Come on."