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The Year I Was the Other Woman To Myself novel Chapter 547

“Maria’s daughter falsely accused Kristin of hitting her, and in retaliation, you used your connections to get her disqualified from the competition. That’s why she went to the school and fought with her. Hamilton, I know I wronged you, but please, don’t drag my daughter into this.”

Natalie held her daughter tight, covering her ears to shield her from their conversation.

“The fact remains, your daughter hit Maria’s daughter. I’m just asking her to apologize. Is that so wrong?”

“I can apologize!”

“Your apology is worthless to me!”

“You promised just now that if I apologized to Maria and her daughter, you would let us go!”

“Well, I’ve changed my mind. I want your daughter to apologize, too!”

“Hamilton!” she yelled in fury, but what was the use? “Please, don’t do this. I’m begging you.”

Natalie hated Hamilton and Maria with every fiber of her being, but she was powerless. She couldn’t even fight back; she had to swallow her pride and apologize. She could endure that, but she couldn’t bear to see her daughter suffer the same humiliation.

Hamilton glanced in the rearview mirror, a flicker of pleasure crossing his face as he saw Natalie’s expression of helpless rage, tears streaming down her cheeks. “You owe us this.”

Natalie nodded. “Yes, I wronged you both. When your rivals were hunting you down, Maria was the one who found you, critically injured. She was the one who risked everything to hide you. After you were safe, you wanted to repay her, so you went to the film academy, but you mistook me for her…”

“You stole the watch I gave her! That’s why I thought it was you!” Hamilton roared.

Natalie’s heart clenched. Maria had been working as a tutor when she found the wounded Hamilton, but he was already hurt and didn't see her face clearly.

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