Chapter 83

Chapter 83
Chapter83

Elena opened her eyes, looking at Nathan, who was now slowly parking the car in front of her apartment.

"But I've given birth to four children, Nathan. You know that."

Nathan looked away, still waiting.

"Do you... still want to have your own biological children as a descendant of the Sebastian family?" she asked softly.

Nathan looked at her with an expression that was hard to describe: gentle, calm, and respectful.

"Elena," he said with a sigh. "I never made children a requirement. I fell in love with you, not because of the possibility that you may or may not give birth again."

"But..." Elena bit her lip. "What if you regret it one day?"

Nathan smiled, then took Elena's hand, holding it tightly.

"Your four children are enough for me. They're not just a part of you, they'll be a part of my life too. And if they let me, I'll consider them my children as well."

Elena was silent. Nathan's words came in like a wave, sweeping over her last stronghold.

"I didn't think you could care that much," she whispered softly.

"Why, because I'm a man?" Nathan looked at her soulfully. "I know your body has struggled a lot. If the doctor says you can't get pregnant again, I'll still love you."

Elena looked away. But her tears were already falling. Not because she was sad—because she hadn't felt loved so sincerely for so long.

Nathan lifted her chin gently, wiping away the tears on her cheeks with his thumbs.

"Can I hold you again?" he asked softly.

Elena just nodded, and Nathan pulled her into a warm embrace.

"Thank you," Elena whispered. "For everything."

"Tomorrow morning, we'll take care of the papers," Nathan said firmly. "If you want, I can bring your kids too. I want them to know that I'm their daddy."

Elena gave him a long look. "You know, you're the best man I've ever met."

Nathan chuckled. "Really?"

"Of course you are. Why would I lie?"

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Meanwhile, elsewhere...

High-stepping shoes pounded on the marble floor of a luxury apartment. Isabella Lancaster stood at the door of unit 1703, pressing the bell repeatedly.

There was no answer. She banged on the door. "Nuno, open the door! I know you're inside!"

Silence.

Isabella took out her cell phone, dialing Nuno's number. A dial tone came through. But he never picked up.

"Damn goat..." she muttered. She tried again. This time it went dead.

Isabella's face turned dark. She reached into her bag, pulling out a spare key that only the two of them should know.

When she tried to open the door—the key no longer fit.

Isabella was stunned. "He changed the locks?"

Panic began to creep in. She stepped back, her eyes roaming the hallway as if searching for surveillance cameras or people who might be watching her.

"Why did you run away, Nuno?" she muttered. "Did you know I was coming?"

Isabella made another call. This time to an unknown number—someone she trusted to track Nuno's position.

"Find him. Right now. I want to know where he is in two hours. Or I'll chop you up myself."

"Yes, Mrs. Lancaster," the voice on the other side replied quickly, then the line disconnected.

Isabella smoothed her hair, then walked quickly to the elevator. Her face was elegant again, but in her heart, the storm had raged.

"If you dare to betray me, Nuno... I will kill you."

The elevator doors opened, and Isabella entered with her chin held high. But her eyes remained wildly staring at her reflection in the metal wall of the elevator—as if waiting for an enemy.

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As for Elena, she was standing in the kitchen, heating milk for her youngest child, who was not yet asleep. Nathan came in from the living room, carrying a small blanket.

"Are they asleep?" Elena asked.

"Three of them are. The youngest is waiting for her milk," Nathan replied with a smile. "She's spoiled, isn't she—with you."

Elena chuckled. "The last child is like that."

Nathan looked at Elena for a moment. "I can't wait for tomorrow. It's like a dream."

Elena turned her head, looking back at Nathan.

"If it's a dream, I hope you won't wake me up," she said.

Nathan nodded slowly, then leaned closer, kissing Elena gently on the forehead.

"
Tomorrow... we start from the beginning. But this time, you're not alone. I'll be your husband."