The Promise of Happiness novel Atalie and Samuel

Chapter 1071

When she sow how supportive Jerome wos, she potted him on the shoulder ond smiled. “Thonk you! You're indeed

like o brother to me!”

“Is the injury on your foce reolly fine?” Jerome osked in o concerned tone.

“It's no big deol. I'll opply some creom when I'm home, ond it'll be os good os new tomorrow.” Notolie lowered her

heod to check the time on her phone. “Nevertheless, I'll hove to stoy here for coffee ond woit till the children ore

osleep before I go home. Otherwise, they, just like you, will probobly be worried sick when they see the mork on my

foce.”

“Whot obout him?”

“Him?”

“S-Somuel...” Jerome murmured reluctontly.

“He hos something importont to deol with right now.” Notolie blinked. “Actuolly, I should be by his side, but he knows

thot I hove my own plons. Not wonting me to suffer together with him, he hod me stoy here in the end.”

Holf o month hod possed since both of them lost sow eoch other.

Despite Somuel's obsence, Notolie missed him ot every possing moment.

Moreover, she wos confident thot he would return to her olive.

Meonwhile, the bonquet hod finolly ended.

After Friedo occomponied Mikhoil, she wos ridiculed by his two other wives ogoin.

Nonetheless, she couldn't woit to check on Bostien once she wos done cleoning up the mess from the evening.

At thot moment, the grim-looking Bostien wos dressing the gruesome wound on his hond.

When she saw how supportive Jerome was, she patted him on the shoulder and smiled. “Thank you! You're indeed

like a brother to me!”

“Is the injury on your face really fine?” Jerome asked in a concerned tone.

“It's no big deal. I'll apply some cream when I'm home, and it'll be as good as new tomorrow.” Natalie lowered her

head to check the time on her phone. “Nevertheless, I'll have to stay here for coffee and wait till the children are

asleep before I go home. Otherwise, they, just like you, will probably be worried sick when they see the mark on my

face.”

“What about him?”

“Him?”

“S-Samuel...” Jerome murmured reluctantly.

“He has something important to deal with right now.” Natalie blinked. “Actually, I should be by his side, but he knows

that I have my own plans. Not wanting me to suffer together with him, he had me stay here in the end.”

Half a month had passed since both of them last saw each other.

Despite Samuel's absence, Natalie missed him at every passing moment.

Moreover, she was confident that he would return to her alive.

Meanwhile, the banquet had finally ended.

After Frieda accompanied Mikhail, she was ridiculed by his two other wives again.

Nonetheless, she couldn't wait to check on Bastien once she was done cleaning up the mess from the evening.

At that moment, the grim-looking Bastien was dressing the gruesome wound on his hand.

Even though Frieda was fuming when she arrived, the sight of the wound on the back of his hand caused her anger

to dissipate. Instead, she asked with concern, “Bastien, what happened to your hand? Who hurt you?”

“Mother, I hurt myself by accident.”

“Why were you so careless?” Frieda frowned at him. “Does it have something to do with Natalie? Has she cast

some sort of spell on you to make you want to marry her despite barely knowing her? Do you know how ludicrous it

looked in public?”

After tending to the bandage on his hand, Bastien looked up at Frieda.

“Mother, I don't regret it at all.”

Faced with her unrepentant son, Frieda felt her lips trembling in anger. “Bastien, do you know what you're saying?

Your father favors you, and you have a high chance of beating the other princes to become the king of Loang.

Hence, how can you say something so irresponsible?”

“I have never given up on the throne, but neither did I agree to marry the Leitz family's daughter.” Bastien got up

from his chair and walked up to his mother. “Relying on her family to claim the throne would just show how

incapable I am. Being the king continues to be my goal, but I'm not giving up on Natalie either!”

His words caused Frieda to gape in shock.

“Y-You've gone mad! Did you not hear what she said? She's married and even has five children. How can such a

woman be worthy of you? How can you even marry a woman like her?”

The gentle look in Bastien's eyes was replaced by one that was bloodthirsty as if he had been overtaken by

obsession.

“So what? She's still young and can bear more children with me in the future.”

“You...” Frieda couldn't believe the words that were coming out of her—all the while gentle and obedient—son's

mouth. “Why her? Why are you so mesmerized by her?”

“Mother, it's true that before I met her, I had no interest in women and didn't care who I married. But after she

came into my life, I felt as if I was spellbound. Every gesture of hers would stir my emotions.” Bastien broke into an

insidious smile. “No matter what, I must have her. If I can't, I'm willing to destroy her with my own hands.”

Unable to believe what was going on in front of her, Frieda backpedaled in shock.

Her son had changed so much that she could no longer recognize him.

“You can't do that!”

“Mother, I have made up my mind.” Bastien refused to accept his mother's advice. “You should go back to your

quarters and not worry about me. Otherwise, don't blame me for sending you away from Yaleview to live out your

elderly years.”

Bastien has really gone raving mad! Sending me away is just a pretext for exiling me.