Samuel looked at her with a complicated expression, then suddenly changed the sentence "Did you send someone to deliver a letter to the villa?" to "Do you suspect Lily of doing that?"
Hearing this, Natalie looked at him with a strange look and asked with interest: "What if not?"
"Then can I tell you to stay away from me?" She still kept a smile on her lips, but there was no warmth at all. If Lily meant this, he would know that this was a sign that she was angry.
The man's eyes were deep, and there were mixed emotions in his heart. He forced a smile: "I won't let her bother you anymore."
She looked at him with an indifferent, non-committal gaze.
Initially, she didn't intend to touch Lily, but now... Natalie pouted coldly; she was annoyed. She didn't want to play peek-a-boo with that woman anymore.
She took out her phone, found a number in her contacts, and called.
After hanging up, she stood up and went upstairs.
She wasn't in a good mood these days. The conversation between Nathaniel and Charlie a few days ago had been tormenting her, making her frustrated. Many times, she almost couldn't bear to call and ask directly, but once she said it, she stopped. She was afraid, afraid that the truth wouldn't be as she wanted, but always avoiding it wasn't her style.
Squinting, Natalie changed her clothes and returned to the Brooks Villa.
After not seeing her for a few days, the butler saw her return, a look of joy flashed across his face: "Miss is back?"
She smiled at the butler, then glanced inside, asking: "Is my brother there?"
"Yes, young master just returned."
Hearing that Nathaniel had returned, her eyes changed, quickly returning to normal.
"Little sister is back?" Nathaniel heard his sister's voice from inside and hurriedly ran out.
Natalie giggled and called out sweetly, "Brother."
The man's cold eyes flashed with laughter, "Come in."
"Why did you come back so suddenly today?"
"Ah, you sent me a set of documents last time, and I didn't have time to go to the company to give them to you. I just wanted to eat the chef's meal at home and then try my luck." She was right, without any hesitation.
Nathaniel turned his head to look at her, reluctantly, reaching out to stroke her head, his eyes filled with affection.
Normal gestures, but today, they made her a little embarrassed.
"I heard that there are a lot of people coming to propose to me these days, right?" She raised her head and asked, seemingly unintentionally, but in fact, she was attentively observing the change in the man's expression.
Nathaniel heard the noise and stopped, the smile on his face faded: "It's too early to talk about this, I think you just divorced Samuel, no need to rush..."
"Tsk." She pouted, "Other people's brothers are eager to find a good husband for their sister, but my brother doesn't want me to remarry."
"It's best not to remarry. I will support you." He replied without thinking.
Natalie felt disappointed; her hands, which were hanging down at her sides, unconsciously clenched. She laughed twice and changed the subject: "Why is there no food at this hour? I'm hungry."
"You go back to your room and rest first." Nathaniel finished speaking, turned around, and called the servant.
She returned to her room on the second floor, tiredly falling onto the bed.
Staring at the ceiling, she suddenly felt weak.
If her brother's reaction just now was normal, she wouldn't have found anything unusual and wouldn't even have felt that something was wrong. But since she heard her eldest brother say that he liked to copy her at the company, she discovered that everything could actually be traced. The way Nathaniel pampered her was different from other brothers. If she thought carefully, she could still notice something strange.
But she had never thought about it; how could she think about it for no reason? Thinking about her second brother's reaction that day, he probably would never have known if Nathaniel hadn't said anything.
Another thing that made her wondered was that Nathaniel said that day that they weren't related by blood. So she's not a child of the Brooks family?
She sighed.
After dinner, Natalie would return to her villa. Before leaving, she deliberately went to the office to find Nathaniel.
"Brother, do you still have the teacup I gave you earlier? My cup is broken, I want a new one like yours."
Nathaniel was processing documents. Hearing this, he raised his eyes and said, "It's in my room; you can get it yourself."
"Yes."
It's not that she had never been to Nathaniel's room, but that was when she was young; she had already gone abroad halfway, let alone come back. And when she came back, her purpose was not pure, so she felt a little disappointed.
She didn't stay long, went straight to the bathroom, found what she needed, and quickly left.
"Brother, I'll go home first."
Nathaniel glanced out the window, "It's late now, you stay here tonight."
"I have something to do tomorrow morning, it's a bit far." Natalie smiled, "It's okay, I'll tell the driver to take me."
Seeing her refusal, he didn't force her, "Okay."
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Early the next morning.
Natalie took the hair bag she had taken from Nathaniel yesterday and went straight to the hospital. She didn't go to register. She couldn't let others know about this. She found a doctor she knew.
"Get the results as soon as possible." She said briefly.
The other person nodded respectfully and took it.
The results came out quickly, and when she saw the bloodline column, her expression became complicated. Although she had already learned about this from Nathaniel, seeing it with her own eyes still made her speechless with discomfort.
But she still hadn't found anyone who wasn't a child of the Brooks family.
She returned to the Brooks house, collected information from everyone in the house, and sent it overnight for comparison.
As a result, she wasn't related to her parents and the Brooks brothers.
That is, she wasn't a daughter of the Brooks family.
Receiving this answer, Natalie's heart suddenly sank.
She thought of her parents' hesitation to speak before, and she remembered that she was sent abroad as a refugee alone, not her brother, but only herself.
Sure enough, they were hiding something.
Natalie closed her eyes with a tired expression.
Her parents had just returned from a business trip and invited her home to meet.
Looking at the relatives who had been with her for many years, Natalie was a little absent-minded.
"Natalie, why are you so distracted?" Genesis reached out to shake her hand, "Are you tired these days?"
She regained her composure, looked towards the 'mother' who had loved her since she was little, and forced a smile: "Mom, I'm fine."
"Let's go see what gift your father brought you." Genesis happily pulled Natalie into the living room.
Henry, who was beside her, heard this and complained in dissatisfaction: "You're so biased, you only have your sister in your eyes, but our son has nothing."
"It depends on whether you deserve it or not." Andrew sneered.
Henry retorted: "Who are you talking to, brat?"
Genesis looked at her two sons rolling around on the sofa, helplessly laughing.
As for Natalie, who was witnessing everything, her gaze became deeper and deeper.