Feel the Way You Feel, My Love
Chapter 1017

Feel the Way You Feel, My Love Chapter 1017

After all, Susan had killed Natalie's mother and poisoned her father. Of course, Natalie would not want to claim her body and give her a proper burial.

Besides, considering all the atrocious acts she had done during her time, donating her organs to save the lives of others was possibly the best thing she could ever do for society.

After hanging up, Natalie put her phone down. "From now on, the hatred between us and her will no longer exist."

Natalie turned to him. "When are you leaving?"

Jared's face broke into a wee smile. "Tomorrow. My mentor said one of my works was selected and would be included in the exhibition. I'll have to go and have a look. It's the first time my work is displayed." "We'll send you off tomorrow, then," Shane stated.

Jared was overjoyed. "Thanks, Shane."

Shane nodded.

Beside them, Natalie massaged her brow wearily. "It's about time I go back as well. The competition's still not over yet."

"When are we leaving, Mommy?" asked Connor.

She patted his head while saying, "There's no rush. Maybe we'll leave this weekend after the hearing of the bad guy who hurt Grandpa and Grandma is over."

"Okay," the two children answered in unison.

Shane's brows were furrowed deeply.

Natalie gazed at him. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong. I was just thinking that I hadn't visited Sam for a while. I'm going later and will be bringing Aunt Catherine along," he explained.

Natalie lifted her chin. "So that she can get her divorce done?"

"Yeah."

"Do you think Sean would approve of it?" she asked, twirling her hair.

Shane let out a scoff. "Why wouldn't he? He never cared much about their marriage anyway."

"That's a fair point." Natalie shrugged and fell silent afterward.

Soon, they arrived at the Thompson villa.

Mrs. Wilson had received Silas' call to inform her about their arrival earlier.

She had also learned that they had all been drenched in the rain.

Thus, she prepared hot concoctions to prevent them from catching colds.

Even though none of them especially liked the taste of the drink, they obediently sipped it and emptied their cups so as not to disappoint her. After that, Shane went to his room for a change of clothes and headed straight out.

Natalie knew he had gone off to the prison to meet Sam.

On the way, Silas received a phone call and reported, "Mr. Shane, Mrs. Thompson has left for the prison. She said she will meet you there."

In the backseat, Shane kept his eyes shut and merely mumbled something incoherent in acknowledgment.

Seeing that, Silas said no more and continued driving.

They arrived about an hour later.

Catherine stood at the prison's entrance, clad in a black down coat, her face covered by a mask. There were two bodyguards with her.

She went to Shane the moment she spotted him. "Shane."

Shane's gaze fell on the folder in her hand.

Noticing that, Catherine smiled awkwardly. "It's the divorce papers."

"I know that. Let's go in," stated Shane mildly as he averted his gaze and strode into the entrance.

Drawing in a deep breath, Catherine followed him.

Because Sam was paralyzed on one side of his body, he was unable to stand and came into the room on a wheelchair, which was pushed by a correctional officer.

In fact, considering the state he was in, he did not strictly need to be locked up in prison.

However, Shane was worried that there would be complications if he were given a non-custodial sentence.

Thus, he used his power and made sure Sam would remain imprisoned.

That was why, despite being a cripple, Sam still had to spend his days behind bars.

"I-It's you..." Sam picked up the phone with the side of his hand that was mobile and slurred out those words in a state of agitation.

Sam's paralysis was very different from Harrison's.

Toward the end of his life, Harrison was a quadriplegic. Despite being paralyzed from the neck down, he could still speak and spoke clearly.

However, Sam was paralyzed on one side of his body. While he could normally move one side of his mouth, he could not move the other no matter how hard he tried. Thus, he struggled to pronounce each syllable, and even so, his words still sounded barely intelligible and even quite funny.