The Heiress Nobody Saw Coming (Natalie and Marcus) novel Chapter 270

Marcus watched Natalie approach, his eyes steady and unblinking. He was more than satisfied with the outfit he'd picked.

Natalie had no clue what was going through his head as she reached him quickly. "Mr. Holden, I'm ready. Can we go now?"

"Yeah, let's go," Marcus said, getting up and walking beside her.

A breeze swept past, bringing a faint scent of lemon to his nose. The hotel's body wash must be lemon-scented.

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Back at the hospital, Marcus skipped the guest elevator. Instead, he took Natalie down a different corridor and used the staff elevator to reach the VIP floor.

After stepping out, Natalie asked flatly, "Why didn't you take me this way earlier?"

"I just found out about it. Hector mentioned it when I called him while getting your clothes," Marcus said as he walked ahead.

They reached Emma's VIP ward in no time, and Marcus knocked on the door.

"Come in." Emma's voice came from the bed.

"I'll wait here," Natalie said. She had no intention of going inside. She was only here to wait for Marcus so they could visit Charles afterward.

"Alright," Marcus replied.

He pushed the door open and stepped in, leaving it ajar. Natalie leaned against the wall outside.

"Ms. Emma," Marcus said, his tone ice-cold. "I heard you were eager to see me. So, have you finally decided to confess your sins?"

Whatever fleeting joy Emma had felt vanished in an instant.

"Gabriel has already confessed," Marcus continued, watching the color drain from her face. "He said you were the one behind it."

He spoke in a deep, frigid tone, every syllable slicing through the air. His dark, penetrating gaze locked onto Emma. His stare had always been intense, and now, with every trace of warmth stripped away, it left her frozen in place.

"You gave him the drug-laced cigarettes, and you ordered him to have Flash ram into my car," Marcus said, his gaze unwavering. "You've been so eager to see me. What is it? Finally ready to confess and make amends?"

Emma's face turned ghostly pale, her eyes widening in shock. Under the covers, her fingers clenched the bedsheet in a death grip.

It couldn't be true. Gabriel had sworn he'd never betray her. If something had changed, he would have warned her when Noah brought him in the middle of the night.

Marcus had to be bluffing. He could do nothing as long as Emma refused to admit it. She clung to that belief.

"Do me a favor and quit telling people you were once my fiancée. The engagement my parents arranged with the Walkers was meant for Mrs. Walker's biological daughter, not for some imposter."

With that, Marcus got up, towering over Emma. "Ms. Emma, stop bothering me if you still have any self-respect. I might have spared you some respect if you'd kept your distance and held yourself with dignity like before.

"But the moment you drugged me, that was it. An imposter is always an imposter. Even after all the effort the Walkers put into raising you for 20 years, the rot in your bones remains."

Marcus despised being drugged more than anything. Worse, Emma had done it in Holden Residence and tried to sneak into his room afterward. Her intentions couldn't have been clearer.

Time had passed, but he had never intended to let it slide.

Charles had covered for her—out of respect for the old ties between the Holden and Walker families and because the Walkers had yet to find their real daughter. Tearing that relationship apart back then would have been a mess.

Now that Emma was no longer the Walkers' daughter and had done something unforgivable to Marcus, he had no reason to spare her any longer.

"I didn't do it!" Emma shouted, her composure slipping. "Marcus, you can't just pin this on me!"

Marcus sneered. "You know exactly whether I'm pinning this on you or not. The only reason I haven't taken action is out of respect for Mr. and Mrs. Walker. But Emma, you'd better hope Sophia recovers completely. If she doesn't, you'll regret it."

"Sophia is Sky's girlfriend. Why are you defending her?" Emma's chest rose and fell rapidly, whether from anger or agitation. "Marcus, don't tell me you're into her. She's with Sky. So what's going on between you two? I'll tell him she's cheating, that she's playing you both!"