Deceiving Her Ears: Ignoring Your Call-Chapter 131: Stop Disgusting Me

Isaac Vaughn walked to the bedroom door.

His hand was raised, but he didn’t dare to push the door.

After a long hesitation, he finally opened the door.

On the big bed, there were many boxes, which obviously contained various kinds of jewelry.

Natalie Kendall sat quietly on the other side of the bed, as still as a statue.

Isaac Vaughn’s fingers tightly gripped the doorknob until his fingertips turned white.

A long time passed.

He released his grip and stepped closer to her.

He was prepared to face Natalie Kendall with any emotion.

He desperately hoped she would show emotion.

Whether it be anger, disappointment, or sadness.

It would be good.

Just as long as she let it out.

But none of this happened.

Isaac Vaughn walked up to her, knelt down, and when his hand touched her icy-cold fingertip, his heart trembled, and the chill spread throughout his body.

"Little Ear."

He called her softly, his voice hoarse and trembling.

Natalie Kendall still showed no response.

She kept her eyes lowered.

He couldn’t see her eyes.

She seemed to no longer exist in this world, leaving only an empty shell.

Isaac Vaughn felt a deep panic, his mind seemed numb, only able to tightly grip her hand, as if by doing so, he could hold onto her.

"Little Ear," he pleaded weakly, rubbing his face against her hand, "Don’t scare me. Little Ear, please talk to me?"

Finally.

Natalie Kendall reacted.

She slightly lifted her eyelids, looking at Isaac Vaughn whose face looked terrible.

"It was all fake."

She had thought it was Lydia Fletcher’s awakening, a belated maternal love.

But all was fake.

"You had her pretend."

"Am I really a fool in your eyes? Fooled by you all, yet I naively believed it."

"Little Ear..."

Suddenly, hatred filled Natalie’s eyes.

She raised her hand intending to give him a harsh slap.

But her hand stopped just centimeters from his face.

Not because she couldn’t bring herself to do it.

But because she didn’t want to touch him.

She forcefully released Isaac Vaughn’s hand and pushed him.

Isaac Vaughn fell heavily onto the floor.

"Why did you deceive me!" Natalie Kendall growled with red eyes, "Why did you make her deceive me!"

She would rather Lydia Fletcher remain the cold and callous figure in her memory.

It’s better than now, believing she had something but truly losing it forever.

Natalie Kendall tasted her tears at the corners of her mouth, vigorously wiped her face, and looked at Isaac Vaughn with eyes full of hatred, wishing she could kill him!

Not only did he stay by her side with an agenda, but he also made Lydia Fletcher turn into someone like that.

He let her live in a world full of lies.

Why treat her like this?

Why on earth?

"Little Ear, I just..."

"Just saw my need for love." Natalie Kendall sneered, "Well now. You’ve thoroughly proved that there’s indeed no one in this world who would love me."

"No! It’s not true! There’s still me!"

Isaac Vaughn suddenly stood up, his eyes bloodshot, gripping her shoulders, his voice trembling, "Little Ear, I love..."

"Don’t disgust me."

Natalie Kendall’s faint words brutally stifled Isaac Vaughn’s intended confession.

She pushed him away and walked out.

"Little Ear..."

Isaac Vaughn called out to her hurriedly, moving his feet, only to be locked in place by her words.

"Don’t follow me."

He could only watch her leave, powerless.

Natalie Kendall reached the entryway just as Lydia Fletcher returned with coriander.

Their eyes met.

The first look, Natalie Kendall clearly saw irritation in Lydia Fletcher’s eyes.

But by the second look, the irritation disappeared, and she even managed to speak softly, "You’re back."

Lydia Fletcher thought Natalie Kendall had just returned.

She didn’t know that Natalie Kendall had spent hours picking out jewelry she might like as gifts, anticipating how happy Lydia would be to see them.

But now, it all turned into a joke.

Into something that disgusted her.

Natalie Kendall brushed past Lydia Fletcher, coldly saying, "Congratulations, you don’t have to pretend anymore."

Lydia Fletcher was stunned.

Before she could comprehend Natalie Kendall’s meaning, she had already left.

Lydia Fletcher frowned and took the coriander to the kitchen, finding the place eerily quiet.

She pondered for a moment and walked to the master bedroom door.

The door was open.

She saw Isaac Vaughn standing there stiffly as if his soul had been stripped away, and—

the bed full of jewelry.

Suddenly she understood.

Natalie Kendall knew everything.

——

Natalie Kendall didn’t know where she could go.

She found a hotel, got a room, and collapsed onto the bed.

Trying to evade it this way.

But the result was tossing and turning, unable to sleep.

A long time passed.

Her phone rang.

At first, she didn’t plan to answer.

But the phone kept ringing.

Thinking it was Isaac Vaughn, she grabbed it to turn it off, only to find it was Lydia Fletcher.

At that moment.

Natalie Kendall, on impulse, answered the call.

"Want to chat?" Lydia Fletcher’s indifferent voice asked her.

Chat about what?

Natalie Kendall squeezed the phone, feeling a lump of words stuck in her throat, she opened her mouth wanting to question, to curse, to recklessly vent her grievances and anger.

If she didn’t love her, why didn’t she just kill her back then.

"I’m at the hotel."

She gave Lydia Fletcher the address.

Let’s have a chat then.

She wanted to hear what Lydia Fletcher wanted to talk about.

An hour later.

Natalie Kendall met Lydia Fletcher in the coffee shop downstairs at the hotel.

The clothes and shoes she bought for Lydia Fletcher had never been worn.

Just like the day of their reunion, utterly simple.

"Didn’t Cynthia Kendall treat you well? Did she want to kill you?"

Lydia Fletcher asked.

Natalie Kendall didn’t answer, picked up her coffee and took a sip.

Bitterness filled her taste, gradually spreading to her heart.

"Was it because you didn’t listen to her?"

Lydia Fletcher speculated.

Natalie Kendall looked up at her.

"Because when her child died, Dad was with you and me. Because I’m your child, the mistress’s child, a bastard."

"For her to want to kill a bastard is quite normal, isn’t it?"

"Bastards should disappear from this world, shouldn’t they?"

Natalie Kendall’s voice was calm and steady, devoid of any emotional fluctuation.

Lydia Fletcher frowned at her words.

Natalie Kendall thought, maybe because she referred to her as the mistress, she was displeased.

"You needn’t say such unpleasant words to me. At least I gave birth to you; if not a merit, it’s a hard-earned labor."

"Indeed, hard-earned labor." Natalie Kendall smiled, "Hard-earned labor."

Her birth and existence brought no joy or happiness to Lydia Fletcher.

"You have everything now. Money that you couldn’t spend in a lifetime, and a man who loves you fiercely." The last sentence was filled with sarcasm.

She looked at Natalie Kendall, coldly said, "People should be content, not greedy for more."

"Shut up!"

Suddenly, a deep male voice interrupted.