Deceiving Her Ears: Ignoring Your Call-Chapter 93: The Documents in the Safe

"Little Ear!"

Isaac Vaughn called out anxiously.

Natalie Kendall stopped, turned around to look at him, and saw the urgent expression on his face. She asked puzzled, "What’s wrong?"

Isaac Vaughn walked over quickly, glanced at the safe, and put his arm around her shoulders.

"Shall I accompany you to look at other places?"

Although Natalie felt it was a bit strange, she didn’t oppose it.

They arrived at Sebastian Beckett’s bedroom.

The old man was very fond of cleanliness.

On the bedside table was the book he was reading before he passed away, next to his reading glasses.

"Isaac Vaughn, I kind of miss Grandpa."

Although when he was alive, they weren’t very close.

Every time Sebastian Beckett brought her to Mount Corvix to sign something, he wouldn’t talk much.

But Natalie actually knew that Grandpa was the only one in the Beckett family who truly cared for her.

Isaac Vaughn squeezed her shoulder. "I’ll find Helen Cross as soon as possible. We’ll figure out what exactly is going on."

Natalie nodded.

——

Two days later, Isaac Vaughn returned to Rhovan.

Vivienne Jordan came to pick him up.

Isaac Vaughn glanced at the messages sent by Charles Peterson, saying that his mother had encountered a traffic accident, and he was rushing over.

Vivienne Jordan drove, couldn’t help glancing back through the rearview mirror.

Isaac Vaughn lowered his head to handle work on his phone, noticed her gaze but pretended not to see.

Her brother Tristan Jordan became Natalie Kendall’s assistant, lingering around her every day, which made him very annoyed, extending to Vivienne Jordan as well.

"Vice President Vaughn, it’s time to eat. If you haven’t eaten yet, would you like to grab something? I know a restaurant..."

"No need, let’s go straight back to the company."

Isaac Vaughn interrupted Vivienne Jordan coldly, his tone was devoid of warmth.

Vivienne Jordan bit her lip, her eyes slightly reddened, silently drove back to the company.

Upon returning, Isaac Vaughn heard that Frederick Whitman had visited the company.

It seemed the "illness" was cured.

He entered the office, first dealing with the piled-up documents one by one.

"Knock knock."

The office door was knocked.

Isaac Vaughn looked up, seeing Frederick Whitman walking in with a smile.

"President Whitman."

Frederick Whitman waved his hand, sat on the sofa.

He glanced around the office, feigned saying, "Vice President Vaughn arrived unexpectedly, couldn’t tidy up properly here. I’ll have someone clean it up another day."

"This cabinet, this tea table, along with this sofa, desk, they all need replacing."

"No need."

"That won’t do, after all, it’s the Vice President’s office."

Frederick Whitman said, standing up.

Isaac Vaughn picked up a file beside him, "Just as well, President Whitman, there’s a document here requiring your review."

"Is there? Let me take a look."

Frederick Whitman took the document, looked through page by page, extremely earnestly.

Isaac Vaughn watched him "perform" with indifferent eyes.

Unsurprisingly, after finishing, Frederick Whitman’s answer was not to sign.

"Is there a problem?"

"The problem is huge!"

Frederick Whitman tossed the document back on the table.

With a "bang", the file hit with a sound.

Like shattering the false peace between Isaac Vaughn and him.

——

Natalie Kendall planned to move out of the Beckett family to live elsewhere.

Matthew Beckett heard and showed a sarcastic expression.

"You always make decisions without consulting us. Does our opinion matter? Do as you please."

Did he forget?

Just months ago, she was a puppet without a soul in his hands.

However, the moment she decided to entwine with Isaac Vaughn, she was destined to stray further down the path of "defying convention."

Furthermore, Cynthia Kendall couldn’t be happier not seeing her. 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

Only Julian Beckett found her, inquiring for reasons.

"It’s closer to Beckett Group, more convenient."

Natalie provided a very perfunctory reason.

Julian Beckett listened, remained silent for a long time.

"Nat, I know Dad did some things without considering your feelings, hurt you."

"But we’re family after all."

Family?

She seemed never to have become family with them.

She’s forever an outsider in this home.

Natalie lowered her gaze, "Understood."

Julian Beckett looked at her for a moment, eventually said no more, only asked when she planned to move so he could assist.

"No need."

She had pathetically little in this so-called home, surprisingly fit in one box.

Kind of amusing when you think about it.

*

The house was found by Tristan Jordan.

In an upscale neighborhood, very secure.

He pre-arranged for cleaning staff to tidy the place spotlessly, ensuring Natalie could live comfortably.

After setting Natalie’s luggage, they planned to grab a meal.

In the elevator, they encountered a familiar face.

The woman exclaimed in surprise upon seeing Tristan Jordan, "Dr. Jordan? What a coincidence, running into you again. Have you moved here?"

Previously in Seaharbor, they had met once.

Last time, Tristan Jordan was with Isaac Vaughn.

This time it’s Natalie Kendall.

Natalie noted the woman refer to Tristan Jordan as Dr. Jordan. Her eyes briefly showed surprise.

After the woman finished chatting and left, she asked, "Assistant Jordan, you used to be a doctor?"

"Yes."

Natalie didn’t think much of it.

However, Tristan Jordan gazed at her, his look profound.

When they arrived at the dining place, after ordering, Natalie received a message from Isaac Vaughn.

She held her phone, her mouth slightly curling up without noticing.

With delicate fingers tapping the screen, she replied to Isaac Vaughn’s messages.

The two exchanged over ten texts.

Natalie was so absorbed, she completely forgot Tristan Jordan sat across from her.

While she chatted with Isaac Vaughn, Tristan Jordan observed her.

Watching her happiness and attachment visible in her demeanor.

His slender fingers lightly tapped the table twice, he suddenly spoke, "Do you really trust Isaac Vaughn?"

Natalie was startled, raised her gaze to him.

After two seconds, a hint of aloof coldness showed in her eyes.

Tristan Jordan saw this but continued, "Earlier you asked if I used to be a doctor. Why not ask if I am one now?"

Hearing this, Natalie showed slight confusion.

Tristan Jordan sighed, self-mocking inwardly.

He prided himself on handling any situation calmly, any patient.

Unexpectedly, he’s stumbled when it came to her.

Possibly because—

She’s truly pitiful.

He couldn’t bear it.

"I am a doctor, still am. Your traumatic amnesia was diagnosed by me."

Once Tristan Jordan spoke, Natalie Kendall was stunned.

"Old Mr. Beckett arranged for me to stay by your side, hoping to help you regain your memory."

"What you forgot is in the safe in Old Mr. Beckett’s study at Mount Corvix."

Hearing "safe", Natalie’s mind suddenly flashed Isaac Vaughn’s face.

The day they visited Mount Corvix, in the study, his reaction was peculiar when she approached the safe.

Could he possibly know something?

——

Mount Corvix.

Natalie came alone.

Pushing open the study door, she immediately spotted the safe embedded in the bookshelf.

Tristan Jordan said inside it lies what she forgot.

It’s like a Pandora’s box.

She didn’t know opening it was good or bad.

Nor whether she should open it.

Hesitated for a long while.

Natalie still chose to step forward.

She entered the code, followed by a "beep," and the safe door opened.

Taking a deep breath, she looked at the document lying quietly inside.