Feel the Way You Feel, My Love
Chapter 983

Feel the Way You Feel, My Love Chapter 983

"All right." Shane could see the concern in Natalie's eyes. That seemed to help take a bit of his edge off as he nodded in assent.

He understood that she was worried about him just as he was about her a moment ago.

More than a devoted husband and wife pair, they were also the balm for each other's soul.

When they arrived at the Wangton's an hour later, the host was there to receive them at his own doorstep with an extended hand and an effusive smile. "Welcome. Welcome, Mr. Shane and Mrs. Thompson. You honor us with your presence."

"You're too kind." Shane reached out and shook the man's hand while Natalie, who had her own hands around Shane's arm, smiled and nodded at Rhys in acknowledgment.

"Please, come this way." After the exchange of formalities, Rhys gestured cordially to invite his guests into his home.

With an affirmative nod, Shane then led Natalie inside.

The Wangtons were a family of illustrious academics, and their pedigree was reflected in their rustic, dual-courtyard residence which was distinctive in its own way.

Natalie had already drawn numerous inspirations for gown designs from the sights and sounds she came across and looked forward to sketching them out later after she got back in.

Once they had settled down inside the main house, Rhys asked, "May I know the purpose of your visit here on such short notice, Mr. Shane?"

Shane did not offer a direct answer and merely retrieved a photograph that he passed along. “Do you recognize this little girl, Mr. Wangton?" "Little girl?" Rhys looked inquisitively at the photograph he received.

Even though freshly printed, the image of the person inside was rather muddled.

Thus, it was obvious that the shot was not taken on location, but extracted from somewhere else before being converted into its final form.

With eyes narrowed, Rhys scrutinized it for a while before he nodded. "Why, isn't this Kenneth's daughter?"

"Who's Kenneth?" whispered Natalie as she tugged at Shane's sleeve.

Shane's fingers tightened around themselves. "The chairman, Kenneth Graham. Jacqueline's father."

Natalie nodded. "So Jacqueline was the little girl who filmed that video."

Shane then met Rhys' eyes. "Are you positively certain that this is Mr. Graham's daughter?"

"Why wouldn't I be?" Rhys replied amicably while he placed the photo down. "Kenneth and I were friends who met up quite often, and so I've seen his daughter many times before. This must be that lass Jacqueline; I'm sure of it. I also recognize the clothes she's wearing in this photograph to be the ones gifted to her by my wife."

"Understood. Thank you Mr. Wangton," said Shane as he took back the photo.

"What's your interest in this, Mr. Shane?" asked Rhys, intrigued.

"It's nothing. I just discovered a link between the Grahams and my parents' accident, and so came by to replace out more," Shane replied staidly as he held the photo tightly between his own fingers. The astounded Rhys sat upright. "Do you suspect that it was the Grahams who caused it?"

Shane looked away, but his silence said it all.

However, Rhys waved his hand dismissively. “Impossible. This is surely impossible. Kenneth and his wife were good people, both well known for their charitable spirit. They could never have done anything like this. What's more, why would they want to do something like that when they had no enmity toward your parents? That's why I believe that they cannot be the ones responsible."

"Whether or not they were, I shall replace out in due time. Well then, Mr. Wangton. We should be taking our leave."

With that, Shane stood to his feet, as did Natalie.

The two acknowledged Rhys with a slight nod before they turned to exit.

Inside the car, Natalie was puzzled as Shane seemed headed for neither the Thompson villa nor the Thompson Group. "Where else are we going, Darling?"

"To see Mrs. Larson," replied Shane, whose eyes remain fixated upon the road ahead.

"I see." Natalie nodded.

She supposed that he wanted to replace out more about what Marjorie had overheard.

"Do you think that there could be some truth to what Mr. Wangton said?" Natalie arched her head to look at the man behind the wheels.