“They need a successor. As a single son, the responsibility to continue the family bloodline falls upon him. I can’t be so selfish as to get in his way. Wouldn’t you agree?”
The last statement was meekly directed at Natasha as a question. Hannah believed she did the right thing. She could have returned to Fabian, but what was she to do if she was not able to bear him children in future?
Natasha had the urge to rebut Hannah. As an observer, she strongly felt that none of this was of Hannah’s making, so for things to end this way for her was totally unfair.
On second thoughts, Hannah’s goodhearted nature dictated that she would rather suffer the greatest agony for herself than allow Fabian to have any regrets. Natasha was certain she would not likely be able to persuade her, so after giving it some thought, she asked, “Since you’ve your mind made up, Hannah, why have you come back?”
It was not as though Natasha did not want Hannah to return. Even though she was just someone who was working for Fabian, she was also a human capable of emotions.
As much as she hoped for Hannah and Fabian to be able to reunite, it was not something she had any say in. All she could do was find out the impetus for Hannah’s return.
She knew that it must have taken a lot on Hannah’s part to walk away, so there had to be a compelling reason why she turned back. This was something she could share with Fabian and indirectly aid Hannah in.
Knowing Hannah’s character, she had to front this and keep Fabian’s involvement a secret, as Hannah would likely refuse his help.
Hannah exhaled, and her expression became solemn. “I came back because I have doubts about the cause behind my mother’s death. I suspect that Felicia could have been responsible for my mother’s death.”
“I want to investigate this. If it is as I thought, I want to see justice done, so that my mother would not have died without accountability.”
Natasha’s eyes darkened and a cold glint emanated from her eyes. How could such a gentle person be made to endure so much? How unjust are the heavens! How blind are the gods!
Natasha had an impulse to go and confront the divines over this. There was nothing she wanted more than to hand over the people who had harmed Hannah and her mother to Fabian whom she believed would surely see to it that the culprits were duly punished for what they had done.
Hannah was stunned by the murderous aura in the air and could not believe that it could had come off this petite girl. The look in Natasha’s eyes made her involuntarily shudder.
She cleared her throat before she continued. “Don’t worry yourself with this, Natasha. I’ll handle this properly. Should I find out that my conjecture was true, I’ll hand the murderer over to the police so that I may restore my mother’s good name.”
Even if Hannah’s face was not particularly expressive, Natasha could sense her helplessness.
What did Natasha do for a living? She was an assassin! So she was naturally sensitive about such things.
In spite of Hannah’s seeming detachment, she was deeply uncertain inside as to whether going about the investigation could be as simple as she imagined it to be. Her heart already said no, as Felicia was not someone to be taken lightly.
Though the woman did not wield much power herself, being the wife of Leo Blackwood, the head of the Blackwood Group, sufficiently made her a formidable adversary.
It was obvious to Hannah that she had only herself to count on, and not much else to work with. With the state of her relationship with Fabian, she would not be looking to him for help.