Deceiving Her Ears: Ignoring Your Call-Chapter 134: Big Sister

Natalie Kendall froze.

She looked at Isaac Vaughn, momentarily unable to react.

Isaac Vaughn didn’t have time to say more, he grabbed her and left.

Julian Beckett frowned and blocked them again.

"Get out of the way!" Isaac Vaughn angrily grabbed Julian Beckett’s collar, "I don’t have time to waste with you right now! Move!"

"Nat." Julian Beckett called Natalie Kendall in a deep voice.

Natalie Kendall finally came to her senses.

She looked at Julian Beckett being grabbed by the collar and then at Isaac Vaughn’s furious face.

At this moment, she chose to trust Isaac Vaughn.

She believed he wouldn’t lie to her about such a thing.

"Brother, I’ll explain to you later."

It meant she was going with Isaac Vaughn.

Julian Beckett gazed at her and didn’t forcefully stop them.

Isaac Vaughn took Natalie Kendall away.

The two left Beckett Group and got in the car.

Isaac Vaughn started the car and headed straight to the airport.

Natalie Kendall tightened and released her hands on her knees, over and over again.

After a long time, she finally asked, "What happened to her?"

Isaac Vaughn glanced at her, his long fingers clenched tightly around the steering wheel.

Natalie Kendall didn’t get an answer for a while and turned to look at him.

Isaac Vaughn exhaled and pulled the car over to the side of the road.

Natalie Kendall suddenly had a very bad premonition.

Her palms started to sweat, her heart contracted painfully.

"Little Ear."

Isaac Vaughn turned around and reached out to hold her hand on her knee.

Natalie Kendall’s hand was cold as ice.

Her gaze followed his hand to his face, her voice hoarse: "What..."

"Your mom and her current husband were in a car accident, both died on the spot..."

"Impossible!"

Natalie Kendall suddenly pulled her hand out of Isaac Vaughn’s grip, her eyes wide, gritting her teeth, "Impossible!"

Isaac Vaughn knew she would definitely find it hard to accept.

When he first learned about it, he couldn’t believe it either.

But the truth is the truth.

Being unable to accept it can’t change it.

Tomorrow and accidents, you never know which will come first.

"We have to go to the airport immediately."

Isaac Vaughn started the car again.

Natalie Kendall looked at him blankly, opened her mouth but found she couldn’t make a sound.

Clearly, just a few days ago, she had a big fight with Lydia Fletcher.

How could she, how could she die?

Is this surely not a dream?

She pinched herself hard, the pain telling her it’s not a dream.

——

A one-hour flight.

They landed in the neighboring city and then took a two-hour drive to Lynton.

For over ten years, Lydia Fletcher had always lived here. 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

They were so close.

Lydia Fletcher never thought of coming back to find her.

If it hadn’t been a chance encounter at Janton Airport, maybe they would never have met in this life.

Until they arrived at the funeral home.

Natalie Kendall could finally feel the reality.

Lydia Fletcher was really dead.

She saw the black and white photo in the mourning hall.

In the photo, Lydia Fletcher smiled faintly, her eyes filled with happiness.

Natalie Kendall could imagine, when this photo was taken, Lydia Fletcher must have been happy.

Suddenly, her legs felt like they were filled with lead, unable to move forward.

A weight on her shoulder.

She turned to see Isaac Vaughn’s worried face.

He held her, his warm body temperature wrapping around her, yet unable to warm her icy heart.

"Who is that?"

"The daughter of that woman, right? Look how similar they are."

"Indeed. Same kind of charm!"

Upon hearing this, Isaac Vaughn raised his eyes to look at the middle-aged woman speaking, his gaze fierce and dark.

The middle-aged woman was startled, clutching her chest and exclaiming, "Goodness! Scared me to death!"

"Your mom cursed my brother to death!"

Suddenly a woman in black clothes rushed out of the mourning hall and charged towards Natalie Kendall.

Isaac Vaughn immediately protected Natalie Kendall behind him, his voice cold: "What are you doing!"

Lily Rivers was intimidated by Isaac Vaughn but still unwillingly glared at Natalie Kendall behind him: "Your mom Lydia Fletcher was a vixen! I told my brother not to marry her! First, he got sick, now she made my brother die!"

"Stop spouting nonsense!" Isaac Vaughn roared angrily.

Lily Rivers shrank her neck, backed down but still muttered softly: "I’m not, not talking nonsense. Her mom is just..."

"Say one more word and see what happens!" Isaac Vaughn pointed at Lily Rivers’s nose.

Natalie Kendall now stepped out from behind him, holding his arm, "Enough."

After all, it was a funeral home.

She didn’t want to make a scene.

She raised her head and met the eyes in Lydia Fletcher’s photo, suddenly tears fell down.

"Little Ear." Isaac Vaughn frowned and held her.

"Is it really you?"

At this moment, an elderly voice spoke.

"Mom." Lily Rivers turned her head and called.

Natalie Kendall saw an elderly woman with white hair leading a young boy over.

The old woman walked unsteadily, her eyes were red, her face pale.

And the young boy she held looked bewildered, as if he didn’t understand what was happening.

Natalie Kendall saw Lydia Fletcher’s shadow on the boy’s face.

She instantly guessed the boy’s identity.

He was Lydia Fletcher and her current husband’s son.

The little boy Lydia Fletcher cherished, giving all her maternal love and concern.

Natalie Kendall didn’t know what her expression was at the moment.

She looked at the boy with a gaze tinged with jealousy.

She knew it was wrong, but she couldn’t control it.

The boy sensed her hostility, hid behind his grandma, but couldn’t help peeking at her.

He asked softly, "Are you my sister?"

Natalie Kendall shivered at those words, withdrew her gaze from the boy, and turned to leave.

Isaac Vaughn quickly followed.

Behind them, the old woman held the boy’s hand tightly.

The boy asked with teary eyes, "Grandma, doesn’t sister like me?"

The old woman looked down at her pitiful grandson, comforting him: "No, your sister likes you."

After saying this, the old woman looked toward the direction Natalie Kendall went.

That girl was her only hope, the only person she could entrust.

"Little Ear! Little Ear!"

Isaac Vaughn caught up with Natalie Kendall, grabbing her.

Natalie Kendall gasped heavily, suddenly shook off Isaac Vaughn’s hand, glaring at him fiercely.

Seeing that boy, she thought of Lydia Fletcher’s love and concern for him, and of Lydia Fletcher’s cold and unfeeling attitude toward her.

Why?

They were both her children!

Now Lydia Fletcher was dead.

What she wanted would never be obtained.

Natalie Kendall clutched her heart, slowly squatted down.

Never be obtained.

Never...

How could Lydia Fletcher just die like that?

"Little Ear."

Isaac Vaughn looked at her, his heart aching beyond measure.

He squatted down beside her, hugging her tightly, "If you want to cry, cry aloud."

Natalie Kendall clutched his sleeve, biting her lip, unable to hold back anymore and sobbing into his embrace.

Half an hour later.

Natalie Kendall and Isaac Vaughn returned to the mourning hall.

Just as they were about to enter, they heard people arguing inside.

"Our family already has two children, one in high school, another in middle school, we can hardly take care of ourselves. How could we have money, time to raise another? Mom, are you trying to force me into divorce?"

"Mom, I think Jordan Rivers should go with you to the countryside for now."

"Exactly, no family’s wealthy, raising a kid costs a lot of money. And this age kids are so mischievous, hardest to raise."

Natalie Kendall listened coldly, looked at Lydia Fletcher’s photo, feeling the sorrow.

Her son, whom she loved with all her maternal care, was dismissed by others like this.

"Besides, doesn’t Jordan Rivers have a biological sister? Let her take Jordan Rivers away."