Chapter 2092

Tiffany felt a chill run down her spine, and just like that, she was dropped by the roadside at 7.10 p.m. Nathaniel's luxury car sped away, leaving her in a cloud of exhaust fumes. Tiffany coughed as she tried to clear her throat, and she glared at the distant taillights, muttering angrily, "Nathaniel, if I didn't need something from you, do you really think I'd even look twice at a bastard like you?" … Meanwhile, Nathaniel quickly arrived home. Mildred was surprised and asked, "That was quick. It's only been twenty minutes. Is Tiffany okay?" "It's just a scratch, nothing serious," he replied, already heading toward the altar room. Mildred called after him, "Remember, talk to Callum calmly. Don't lose your temper!" However, Nathaniel was already long gone. In the altar room, Nathaniel found Callum fast asleep on a soft cushion. His mouth was slightly open, and a tiny puddle of drool had soaked into the cushion beneath him. So much for reflecting on his actions… Na