Chapter 47

Behind Abigail was Jeffrey, who looked impeccable in his crisp suit, tailored slacks, and polished leather shoes. No matter when or where he appeared, this man was always immaculate. He never allowed a single wrinkle. An air of nobility clung to him. The Foster family had been a noble powerhouse for generations, and he was at the helm of this generation. The power he held was enough for him to look down on anyone. "What's going on?" Stephen had sobered up considerably by now, regaining a bit of his reason. "Why did Jeffrey come here with Abigail?" Natalie answered, "They were already together." Stephen's eyes widened. "What did you say?" Natalie answered, "They were sleeping together. Do you understand now?" After dumping Natalie out of the car, Jeffrey had undoubtedly taken Abigail back to Foster Garden. If not for Felix's phone call, the two of them would probably have been curled up in each other's arms, fast asleep. Natalie suddenly sneezed. When she rubbed her nose and loo