"Babe, you are so pure and innocent. You have a strong mind and a big heart." Spencer said sincerely. Even when she was going through the darkest time, she remained pure; she stayed true to herself. She stayed strong, and she stayed positive.
There was a light that never went out. She was the light. She saw the light.
Nathalia blushed bashfully. "Thank you, Spencer. I'm grateful that I've met you. I'm very lucky."
Spencer felt comforted greatly. "Do you still hate him? Your father?" He asked tentatively.
"No. I don't think so. I don't think of him anymore. It's the past." Nathalia said calmly.
She used to hate Frank and his wife and children. She wished she could ruin him and everything he had. And she did it. He had lost the company, what he was proud of the most, his once beautiful wife, and his most arrogant son. She had won the battle, and she had let go.
The wind was blowing hard tonight. The leaves danced frantically and rather loudly.
