The Double Life of My Billionaire Husband

Chapter 570

“If you say so. I won’t make things difficult for you, Sean.” Natalie let out a small smile. “The White

family is just as capable anyway. I’ll just go to my parents and ask them for help.”

Sean’s eyes widened in shock. He didn’t expect that. Thus, he had no choice but to give the

information to Natalie. 2

He hesitated for a moment before he said, “You better not go to her right now. Lydia just gave birth and

she’s quite unstable right now, especially since she has also just lost her husband. She was hostile to

the Larson Group because they promised to give her compensation in exchange for the evidence last

night. She didn’t agree, though. I think she wants more money.”

Natalie took a deep breath and sighed. “I don’t think we can solve this issue with money. I know

Brandon asked you to stop me from getting involved, but please trust me on this and don’t say a single

word to him. Let me handle it.”

Sean reluctantly nodded. “Fine. I’ll keep my mouth shut. But be careful, okay?”

Natalie agreed and hung up the call after that. ռօʋɛʟօʐ.ƈօʍ She then intended to ask Draco for a

leave.

“Mr. Wesley didn’t come to work today,” Tasha told her. “He has some personal issues to deal with.”

“Oh,” Natalie simply replied. She thought for a while, and she eventually realized that asking for a leave

wasn’t the best choice since she still had a lot of projects to finish. “I can go during lunch break. Our

studio is close to the hospital that Sean told me.”

At that point, she had a hunch that things wouldn’t go well, so she had to adjust her state of mind and

stay alert at all times.

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She sat back in her seat and went on to finish her work first.

When she noticed that Tasha was still standing behind her, Natalie smiled and asked, “Do you have

something to tell me?”

Tasha fiddled with her fingers. “Do you really have to go? Men are more or less chauvinistic, you know?

If something unexpected happens, aren’t you afraid that you and Brandon might have an irreconcilable

conflict? You also have your own career ahead of you.”

Natalie went silent as she bit her lower lip. Tasha did have a point.

Jane was lost in thought.

She had been feasted on by the media in the past, her entire life reduced to fodder for their business.

Brandon had stood up for her every time. He had stayed right by her side, protecting her and helping

her find a way out.

A faint smile curved on her lips as she said, “I know you meant well. But I can’t just sit back and watch.

Brandon is my husband, but I am not going to see Lydia as just his wife. I’m going there as a witness. It

would be good if she listens to me, but I won’t force her.”

Tasha knew that Natalie had already made up her mind, and no amount of persuasion would deter her

from her decision. “Alright. You’ve already decided, so I’ll just support you. Just do what you can.

Remember, even if things don’t go the way you had hoped, at least you’ve tried.”

“I know.” Natalie felt warmth envelop her at her friend’s encouragement. She was lucky to have such a

good support system in her life.

Tasha’s gaze swept over Natalie’s clothes. “Are you going there dressed like that?” she asked.

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“I think so. Is there a problem?” Tasha walked inside the locker room and took out a delicate dress of

light green color with a matching jacket.

“I keep this in the company as a backup in case of emergencies. Wear it. You wouldn’t have time to go

back home and change.” Tasha handed the clothes to Natalie and said gently, “Your clothes make you

stand out too much. The colors are a bit too bold. Lydia had just lost her husband, so it would be better

to wear something more muted.”

Natalie changed into the clothes and fix her make-up. When she was done, she had a simple but

decent look.

“Leave off the perfume. Women who had just given birth could be sensitive to strong scents. You would

want to give off a calm but friendly impression. I’ve done my research on this. A basic look would work

best for that purpose,” Tasha explained.

At lunch break, Natalie arrived at the hospital holding a bouquet of lilies and a basket of fruits.

The VIP ward was empty. Had Lydia been transferred?

Natalie grabbed the hand of a nurse who was passing by and asked, “There was a woman who had

just given birth here. Where is she now?”

The nurse’s eyes lit up with recognition. “You mean Lydia, the one who was arranged by Mr. Larson to

stay in the VIP ward? She is still here in this hospital, but she moved to a general ward nearby. It’s a

little strange, actually. Mr. Larson had asked us to arrange a VIP room for her but she kept refusing.”

Natalie was stunned for a moment. Quickly getting back to her senses, she smiled and thanked the

nurse. Doubt started to stir inside her as she went to the general inpatient building nearby.

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On her way to Lydia’s room, she heard a fierce voice and the loud cry of a baby from a distance. Her

steps quickened to approach faster.

“Get out!”

A box of food flew out from the door, startling her. Natalie quickly dodged and stepped aside. With a

breath of relief, her eyes went to the discarded food. Good thing she avoided it before it landed on her.

“You think I’d testify for the Larsen Group just because you’re buttering me up with small favors? You

killed my husband! Yes, he had made mistakes, but he didn’t deserve to die. How could you take him

away from me and our daughter?” Lydia screamed hysterically, throwing everything she could get her

hands on.

The Larson Group staff who were trying to comfort her had no choice but to leave the room and stand

by the door.

Before Natalie stepped inside, she heard one of them complaining, “That woman is insane. We’re

giving her everything she would need. How much more does she want to be satisfied?

If it weren’t for Mrs. Larson, she would have lost her child too. The Larson Group had been so kind to

her.”

“She married Jethro, remember? No normal person would do that willingly.”

“I bet she’s making a scene because she wants more money. She’s no different from that dead

husband of hers, if not worse.”

“You can leave now. Don’t talk nonsense here.” ռօʋɛʟօʐ.ƈօʍ The conversation between the three

employees was cut short by a curt voice.

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They immediately recognized Natalie’s voice and scrambled to greet her with a bow.

Natalie walked forward, stopping right in front of them. “If you want to complain, feel free to do so at

somewhere no one can hear you. You didn’t even bother to lower your voice. Have you not considered

the possibility that Lydia might hear you?”

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