All Chapters of May We Never Meet Again: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

“Listen, Megan!” Nathan’s voice thundered through the hall, loud and unrestrained.It carried with it a mixture of rage, disbelief, and a grief so deep it had begun to twist into something dangerous.Megan stopped mid-step, her heels freezing against the tiled floor as the sound of his voice pulled her back, and slowly, she turned to face him, her expression guarded at first, but the moment her eyes landed on him, something in her chest tightened painfully.“If you think I will fall for this bullshit tricks you all are playing, then you don’t know me,” he barked, his voice cracking yet still carrying force as he pointed a trembling finger directly at her, his hand shaking not from weakness alone but from the storm raging inside him. “I know my girlfriend is alive, and I will find her!”His words echoed harshly against the walls, bouncing back with a weight that made the few remaining people in the hall shift uneasily, unsure whether to pity him or fear the intensity pouring out of him

It was already late when Nathan finally got home. His driver eased the car into the parking lot and jumped down quickly. Nathan’s head lolled to one side, his eyes half-closed, his breath heavy with alcohol. The moment the door opened, he stumbled out, barely able to keep his balance.“Sir, easy,” the driver muttered, holding his arm.Mr. Painter - the butler, was already waiting by the entrance. His face, calm but lined with worry, softened when he saw Nathan. He hurried down the steps, took Nathan’s other arm, and together they helped him inside.“Sir, you need to take it easy on yourself,” Mr. Painter said gently. “This alcohol will not heal your pain. It will only worsen your sorrows.”Nathan didn’t answer. His body sagged against the butler’s hold until they lowered him onto the couch in the wide, extravagant living room. He dragged in a deep breath, closed his eyes briefly, then opened them again. Something caught his attention.There, on the other couch, lay a handbag. A wo

Charlotte’s eyelids fluttered gently, her chest rising and falling in slow, uncertain breaths. She turned her head slightly on the pillow, and the harsh white light pouring down from the ceiling lamp burned into her eyes. Her left hand felt unusually heavy, weighed down by something unfamiliar. When she tried to move it, a soft tug followed immediately, and her gaze drifted downward sluggishly. A drip tube was connected to her wrist.The room was quiet, eerily so, with only the faint hum of medical equipment.Then a voice came, soft but trembling with emotion.“Charlotte,” Megan whispered, her voice shaking slightly with a mixture of relief and disbelief as she leaned forward quickly, clutching her daughter’s free hand with both of hers as if afraid she might disappear again. “You’re awake.”Charlotte blinked slowly again, forcing her vision to clear as the blurry shapes around her gradually took form. She turned her head weakly toward the familiar face, her eyes settling on Megan

Back to work at last, Nathan tried to bury himself in his duties, but misery clung to him like a shadow that refused to fade. It followed him into his office, settled into his chair before he even sat, and lingered in the air like something alive. Every file on his desk, every sound of footsteps in the corridor, every tick of the clock carried her name. Charlotte. It was as if the world had conspired to remind him of her at every turn, refusing him even a moment of escape.Her image wouldn’t leave him. It stayed with him, vivid and unrelenting, pressing into his thoughts no matter how hard he tried to push it away. He sat behind his massive office desk, staring blankly at the screen of his computer. The cursor blinked endlessly on the empty document, waiting for something, anything, but his fingers remained idle on the keyboard. His mind was too far gone to focus on something as ordinary as work.A knock echoed gently on the door, soft but persistent. Nathan didn’t notice. His m

Jennifer was on her knees, her tears running freely as she shook Nathan Mills’ arm.His body was limp, his face pale, his chest barely moving. “Nathan! Nathan, wake up!” she screamed, panic clawing at her throat and tightening every word that left her mouth.Her wails echoed down the hospital corridor, sharp and uncontrollable, drawing attention like a siren in the quiet space. Within seconds, the door flung open.Helen, Nathan’s secretary, rushed in first, her face stiff with shock, her usual composed demeanor completely gone. Behind her came Marcel, his breath already uneven from running, his eyes scanning the room in alarm.“What happened?” Helen asked, bending quickly beside Nathan, her fingers moving to his wrist to check for a pulse, her movements careful but urgent.“He fainted! He’s not moving!” Jennifer sobbed, clutching Nathan’s hand tightly as though her grip alone could pull him back to consciousness.Marcel didn't waste a second. His voice came out firm, commanding, cut