Feel the Way You Feel, My Love
Chapter 634

"Really?" Sean glanced at her doubtfully.

Natalie took a deep breath discreetly before answering, "Yes. I don't think Shane knows about the will. You only realized there is one later on, right?"

Sean fell silent.

Indeed, no one in the Thompson family knew a will existed. He only found out about it by chance.

Grandpa's assistant claimed there was indeed a will that only Shane could replace. I need Shane's help to get it.

At that thought, he narrowed his eyes. "Natalie, I need to get my hands on the will before the deadline. I don't care how you do it as long as the result is in my favor. Even a clue will do. Otherwise, don't blame me for taking action."

He patted her cheek before turning back into his lazy self.

"Alright, Nat. I need to go. I'll be waiting for your good news!"

Once he had spoken his piece, he left.

Natalie staggered backward and leaned on the wall. She felt drained.

If I knew I'd end up with Shane, I wouldn't ask Sean to donate his blood to Connor in an attempt to hide Conner's real identity. I should've revealed everything and asked Shane to donate as a father.

Transfusions from family members may increase the risk of hemolytic disease in the transfusion recipient, but he could've donated a little to save Connor and replace other suitable blood donors. Unfortunately, it was too late to regret now.

Natalie let out a bitter chuckle as she trudged into the elevator and left Thompson Group.

Perhaps she was affected by Sean's warning, for she remained dispirited the whole day.

After she made a few mistakes at work, Joyce came to her worriedly. "Nat, are you alright?" Natalie shook her head to reassure her. "I'm fine."

"You're fine? Look at the discarded drafts on the ground and the mistakes you made. You're acting strangely," said Joyce as she pointed at the ground and Natalie's desk.

Natalie flung her pencil aside and covered her face. "Joyce, can you leave me alone?"

As she seemed exhausted, Joyce nodded. "Alright. I'll be right outside, so holler if you need anything."

"Mm," came Natalie's reply as she forced a smile.

Joyce spun on her heels and left.

She had just stepped out when a tall figure appeared in her gaze. Immediately, she greeted him happily, "Mr. Shane!"

Joyce waved at him.

Ignoring the shocked gazes in the huge office, Shane strode toward her. "Yes?"

"Are you here to pick Nat up?" asked Joyce.

Shane inclined his head. "She isn't waiting for me by the road. She isn't answering her phone, too. I came to see if she's here." "Yes, she's inside." Joyce pointed at the door behind her. "Mr. Shane, you came at the right time. You should go cheer her up.” Shane frowned at once. "What happened to her?"

His concern for Natalie was evident. Joyce exhaled and answered, "I have no idea. She isn't her usual self. I think something happened to her. But when I asked, she refused to say anything." "Got it. I'll head in now," said Shane as he pushed the door open.

When Natalie heard the door squeaking open, she thought it was Joyce. Without even looking up from her computer, she said, "Joyce, I said I want to be left alone. Why are you—" "It's me," a man's voice interjected.

Stunned, Natalie raised her head. She flashed a smile upon seeing Shane. "Why are you here?"

"Normally, you'd be waiting for me downstairs. Today, you weren't there. Your phone was also switched off, so I came to see what's going on." Shane walked toward her desk.