The Promise Of Happiness

Chapter 1203

King left Luna Palace's premises with Natalie.

Allen, who was gravely injured, followed behind them.

Mikhail, Samuel, and the rest maintained an appropriate distance as they followed King to where the helicopter was.

Natalie lowered her gaze.

“You won't kill me, right?”

“No. You're her daughter, so I won't kill you.” As King whispered to Natalie, his breath tingled in her ear. “I would protect you even if it would cost me my life.”

“Okay, I trust you.” Despite the grim look Natalie had in her eyes, her tone sounded much gentler compared to before.

Her compliance seemed to have lessened the tremendous pressure King had. This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

For a moment, he was in confusion, wondering if he was perhaps holding Jennie hostage instead of Natalie.

“Why is God so unfair to me? I wouldn't have lost if I had a healthy body like a normal person from the moment I gained self-awareness. I wouldn't have needed to spend half my life just doing my best to survive...” King muttered to himself. “This is unfair... It's unreasonable... She would've fallen for me instead if things weren't how they were!”

Natalie glanced at the helicopter near them, determined not to board it with the madman.

Given the tight space on the helicopter, it would be dangerous if they were to engage in combat up there.

The helicopter would likely crash due to the smallest of accidents.

As Natalie gazed around her, she subconsciously turned to check on Samuel. He had his gaze fixated on her, and she smiled the moment they locked eyes with each other.

I see... We're of the same mind.

There were certain feats that she couldn't pull off on her own.

However, Samuel's presence made possible a lot of things that were previously impossible.

“Why aren't you saying anything?” King urged beside her. “I was far more superior than Geert, only to face various limitations due to my physicality! Would Jen have chosen me in the beginning if I were someone normal? I'm asking you, so can't you give me an answer?”

“I do not know.”

“Why would you not know when you're her daughter?”

Natalie had no idea indeed.

While her mother had mentioned to her a certain man, she was certain that her mother was talking about Mikhail and not Geert aka King.

While her mother might be a ray of light that illuminated the darkness within King, he, unfortunately, held no such significance to her.

Nonetheless, King's question had saved Natalie the trouble of setting the stage.

“My mother had written a letter when she was on her deathbed,” Natalie tempted him carefully. “The letter mentioned two men. At first, I couldn't understand it, but... I think I can understand what she meant now...”

“A letter?” Her words struck a nerve in King, and his voice was seeping with anxiousness. “What letter? What letter did Jen write? Did she mention me in it?”

“I know not what happened between my parent's generation, but I've always carried the letter with me by special means.”

“Give it to me,” King urged, for he wished to know what the letter wrote.

Allen glanced at King from beside him before advising, “King, this isn't the time for reading letters. We ought to—”

Before he could finish his sentence, King silenced him harshly. “Shut up!”

“King—”

“What else could be more important than Jen's heartfelt words?” After chiding Allen, King continued to usher Natalie, “Take it out. Show me the letter.”

Although the letter was rather insignificant, it was King's weak spot.

Using Natalie as a hostage to threaten Samuel and Mikhail was a tried-and-true method for King.

Similarly, she would never fail to wrap King around her little finger using her mother's last words.

Natalie reached her hand out from within the wide sleeves of her gown to hand a creased and wrinkly piece of paper to King.

“Here you go...”