Spoiled By The President: My Wife Is A Little Sweet
Chapter 366 The Story Behind Her

Chapter 366 The Story Behind Her

"Didn't you hear the doctor say you weren't supposed to move? If you needed something, why didn't you call Nancy in?"

Nancy had been waiting outside all along, in case Natalia couldn't sleep with someone nearby, close enough to still help if she awakened. Natalia blinked. "Only my hands are injured. My feet are fine. I don't need someone to help me with a drink of water, at least."

Archie scoffed.

"So you're planning to lift a cup with those crippled palms of yours, hmm?"

Natalia's face was awkward.

After a while, she said, "Sorry, I forgot."

The man harrumphed and set her down on the bed before turning to pour her some warm water.

Natalia took the cup and sipped at it lightly, examining him and asking, "You still haven't answered my question. Did you just come back from outside?" "Yeah."

The man replied, taking her hand and rolling up her long pajama sleeve.

Her delicate palm was wrapped up in a tight bundle of bandages and looked particularly jarring.

He frowned slightly and reached out to undo them.

Natalia hurriedly stepped him. "Wait, don't. I just got a new ointment in before bed."

The man stopped and stroked the wound, murmuring, "Does it still hurt?"

"It's okay. Doctor Amelia's medicine was pretty good. Other than a bit of pain when they're applying the ointment, I don't feel anything now."

And besides, getting to stay alive and only taking two wounds was worth it to her.

Archie stopped speaking and looked at the wound, his gaze full of heartache.

Natalia didn't want him to linger on it and took her hand back, asking, "Who was behind it? Have you found out?"

Archie looked deeply at her. "I thought you'd have guessed it."

Natalia grunted. "Jessica?"

Archie nodded.

Natalia about understood what was going on.

There were only a select few people with a grudge against her. But she didn't understand why, being a lady of the Kawn family now, she was still going against her.

Couldn't she just live her own life and stop looking for trouble?

Where could she end up by making trouble for herself, anyway?

As if seeing her doubt for himself, Archie said lowly, "It wasn't just Jessica, but Matthew too."

Natalia jolted in disbelief. "That Uncle Matthew?"

"Yes."

Archie didn't hide it from her and took out his phone, playing a copy of the recording Jessica had made.

Natalia was stunned.

The contents of the recording didn't just prove that Matthew and Jessica had planned her accident together, but the key part was - Matthew and Jessica were father and daughter? That was... quite a revelation!

Her mouth dry, she took another two sips from her cup before she swallowed that pill.

Lifting her head, she asked dubiously, "If she's the bastard daughter of Matthew Kawn, then why'd she pretend to be the daughter of Yvonne Kawn? It has to be better to be a granddaughter on the paternal line, right?"

Archie sneered.

"Because, before Yvonne died, she left 15% of the Kawn family shares to her daughter alone. If she'd only been Matthew's daughter, she'd get nothing except a dowry for marrying someone and the empty title of a lady."

As the saying went, big mouthfuls often choke.

She thought about it but still had her doubts.

"If that's the case, shouldn't she have used the chance she had now? She just had to wait until the old man was dead to inherit a property of billions. Why'd she still come after me? Archie's gaze at her darkened.

His eyes sent tingles down her spine. There was a lot of unspoken complexity in that gaze.

She shrank back, mumbling, "What are you staring at me like that for?"

Archie sighed. "It's nothing."

He hadn't understood before, too.

But just this afternoon, when Wilhelm had rushed over frantically to look at her wounds, he'd sensed something was off.

Afterwards, with this recording in hand confirming that Jessica really wasn't Yvonne's flesh and blood daughter, then add to that Natalia and Jessica's relationship, it wasn't hard to deduce that Wilson's investigation had already led him to the Dawson family. It was only that Clara had messed things up in the process, destroying the evidence that could have proven Natalia's identity.

So that real child was quite possibly Natalia.

But before they could be sure, he decided not to tell Natalia for the time being.

After all, if his speculation was proven correct, then the entire story of her life needed to be reevaluated. To avoid having her overthink things, it was best not to say anything.

No matter who she was, it was enough that she was his face.

He stroked her hair and soothed, "Don't worry about it. Leave it to me, and I'll take care of it, okay?"

Natalia nodded.

Since Matthew was involved, then the Kawn family was involved, too. Leaving everything to Archie was the best method.

No matter what the result was, after all, she'd understand his resolution.

Meanwhile, the Kawn household.

Wilhelm had also received the recording.

Archie had sent it to him.

After all, if Jessica really was of the Kawn bloodline, then he had to notify the old man if she was to be dealt with.

She had to be dealt with whether or not Wilhelm agreed or not, but the notification itself was showing an attitude.

The attitude that they were going after Jessica, not the Kawn family itself.

Receiving the recording and listening to it, Wilhelm flew into a rage.

He never thought his own son would do something so stupid behind his back!

Getting his bastard daughter to run over to play his sister's daughter, fine, but he was helping her conspire against his own niece!

The animal!

But old man Kawn didn't throw a tantrum right away.

After all, Matthew was his own son. For all these years, be it in the company or at home, he had amassed a large number of connections and eyes.

Wilhelm was old. For quite some years, he'd let his sons take care of business themselves.

Because the second son was so clever and exceptional, the eldest son was sometimes at a disadvantage. To keep Matthew from feeling unbalanced, Wilhelm was sometimes a bit biased towards him. For that reason, the old man didn't move lightly.

But not moving lightly didn't mean he wasn't moving.

Soon, in secret, Wilhelm ordered Matthew's powers slowly rescinded, including forbidding him from using his Kawn family privileges in the office and outside.

With all that done, he took out a photo from under his pillow with trembling hands. Under the moonlight, he could clearly see the young woman on top. His daughter, Yvonne Kawn.

He smiled sadly and sighed, finally putting the photo back.