The Heiress Nobody Saw Coming (Natalie and Marcus) novel Chapter 406

Noah pulled up beside Samantha, slowing the car to a stop. He stepped out and opened the passenger door. "Ms. Blair, please get in."

Samantha glanced inside the car. Noticing this, Noah quickly explained, "Ms. Walker and Mr. Holden are in the backseat. Ms. Walker is asleep."

"Oh, okay." Samantha immediately understood. It wasn't that she didn't trust Noah. After all, he was the one who had led people to the Sinclair family's convent to rescue her.

She just wanted to confirm that Natalie was there. As long as Natalie was present, she would feel safe.

"Zane, I'm going with Ms. Walker," she said.

Zane waved a hand. "Got it, Ms. Blair. But when you're done watching the show, don't forget to tell me all about it!"

Noah spoke up from the side. "Mr. Holt, why don't you come along? You can follow us in your own car."

"Can I?" Zane blinked several times. "Then, I'll go get my car right now. I know the Sinclair residence's address, Noah. You may go ahead."

With that, Zane didn't give anyone else a chance to speak. He spun around and dashed toward his car.

Noah smiled slightly, closed the car door for Samantha, then turned and got into the driver's seat.

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An hour and a half later, they arrived at the Sinclair residence.

Returning to this place, Samantha was noticeably calmer. She pushed open the gate and stepped inside. Before she even entered the villa, the thick scent of blood hit her.

There were sounds coming from within, but they weren't loud—too muffled to travel far.

The Sinclair residence was located in a highly private residential area, where villas were spaced far apart. Even if Ivan shouted at the top of his lungs, no one outside would hear him.

Samantha walked forward and slowly pushed open the villa door. As soon as the door opened, the scent of blood grew even stronger.

The voices inside also became clearer.

"Julia White, you wretched woman! I'll kill you! I'll kill you!"

"Hahaha—"

Julia hadn't even finished laughing before she was wracked with a violent coughing fit. It took her a while for her to catch her breath, but then she started laughing again, her laughter wild and unhinged.

"Ivan Sinclair, how about you try standing up before making threats? You want to harm me? Harm my daughter? You should at least make sure you have the ability first."

"Julia White! You wretched woman!" Ivan cursed, his face twisted in rage, completely devoid of the refined demeanor he once had.

Julia suppressed a cough, a sly smile playing on her lips as she twirled the dagger in her hand. She lightly tapped the blade against Ivan's face.

"No need to panic. Didn't I give you a chance? I let Samantha come to save you, didn't I?"

Ivan had been fixated on the doorway, his entire body tense with anticipation. The moment Samantha pushed the door open and stepped inside, his face lit up with desperate relief.

"Honey, you're here! Hurry, come save me!" he shouted, his voice trembling with urgency.

Julia turned, smiling when she saw Samantha. Her demeanor was surprisingly welcome.

"You're here. Come, have a seat."

Samantha's gaze followed the bloodstains on the floor, then shifted to Ivan, who was tied to a chair. It finally landed on Julia, who was covered in blood with a crazed look on her face.

Suddenly, this spectacle felt too much for her to take in.

"Samantha, don't leave. Come over here. I promise I won't hurt you." Julia tossed the dagger aside and took a step toward Samantha.

"Haha—" Julia burst into laughter again, but her coughing soon overtook her. Clutching her chest, she staggered back toward Ivan.

"Ivan, your wife doesn't want you anymore. She's going to celebrate becoming a widow!"

"You venomous woman!" Ivan roared at Julia, only to receive a sharp slap across the face.

"I'm a venomous woman, and you're a scumbag. Aren't we a perfect match?" Julia giggled. Then suddenly, she turned around and fell to her knees before Samantha.

"Ms. Blair, I'm sorry. I'm sorry to you and your daughter. I'm willing to pay for my mistakes with my life. Just please, let my daughter go."

She had already sent Ruby away. But Julia feared that with Marcus' and Natalie's power, if Sophia decided to take revenge, Ruby wouldn't stand a chance.

So Julia had made her decision. She couldn't afford to offend Goodwill Pharmacy. She would repay what she owed, apologize sincerely, and bear all the consequences alone.

As for Ruby, as long as no one deliberately sought revenge against her, the money Julia had set aside would be more than enough for her to live comfortably for the rest of her life.

Julia knelt before Samantha with unwavering sincerity, bowing her head to the ground in deep respect.

"Ms. Blair, if you have any resentment toward me, take your revenge now. Do whatever you must. I promise, I won't hold a grudge. I won't fight you, compete with you, or even think of getting back at you."

She spoke between ragged breaths, then suddenly broke into a violent coughing fit. It took a long moment for her to suppress it, forcing herself to steady her voice.

"The money I took from Ivan over the years—some of it went to my daughter, but the rest, I'm returning to you and Ms. Sinclair."

Her voice trembled slightly as she continued. "Ms. Blair, you're a mother too. You spent years locked away in the Sinclair family's convent for the sake of your daughter. I understand that—I did everything I did for mine as well."

Julia's eyes turned red. "I chased wealth and status, and I made countless mistakes. But Ruby didn't. She bullied Ms. Sinclair because I taught her to. I'll take responsibility for that—hers and mine both."

She inhaled shakily, determination hardening in her gaze. "Ms. Blair, I know what you want. Just wait—you'll see my sincerity soon enough."