Seeing her daughter being taken away, Wendy’s maternal instincts kicked in, overriding any anger she felt. She ran after them, but the elevator doors closed just as she reached them.
“Natalie!” she cried out.
She bit her lip and rushed to another elevator, her heart pounding. But by the time she got to the ground floor, Natalie was gone. In a panic, she pulled out her phone, not knowing who to call. In the years since her return, Natalie’s jealousy of Joanna had alienated everyone. Sebastian had always resented her for taking Joanna’s place as Mrs. Griffith, and with his new partnership with the Spencers, he wouldn’t lift a finger to help her.
Maybe, Wendy thought, a little scare would do her good. Maybe it would teach her a lesson.
She looked up at the blazing sun, her mind in turmoil. What was this tragic fate Natalie had spoken of? She couldn’t shake the feeling of dread. But Natalie was right. If she had the DNA test done at either of those two places, the results could have been tampered with. Nathan had never given her any reason to doubt him over the years. Was Natalie just making things up?
Her thoughts were a tangled mess.
It was still hot, even in early autumn. Natalie was escorted to a luxury car by two bodyguards. The air conditioning was blasting, but she was still sweating. She was pushed into the back seat. The emblem on the car told her all she needed to know: these men were from the Spencer family. The Spencers were an aristocratic family with their own crest.
Luna had already found out that Mrs. Spencer Sr. was still unconscious in the hospital. The only way to clear her name was to wake Mrs. Spencer Sr. up. She had known she was being followed when she arrived at the club. She had known Marshall was looking for her. She had known these men were his.


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