The Year I Was the Other Woman To Myself novel Chapter 778

Mrs. Stapleton was visibly stunned. “What did you say your relationship was?”

Natalie took a deep breath. “First of all, Marico is an adult. You have no right to send him abroad against his will, let alone lock him up. Secondly, he isn't a lost cause. I think he's great. As long as we give him enough care and trust, he can become an even better person.”

It was perhaps the first time Mrs. Stapleton had ever heard someone describe her son as 'great.' She found it unbelievable and suddenly viewed the woman standing before her as something of an anomaly.

“He almost killed a man. If we don't lock him up, it's only a matter of time before a real tragedy happens.”

“You said it yourself—almost.”

“Can you guarantee he won't do it again?”

Natalie bit her lip. How could she possibly guarantee that?

“You just said he's your fiancé, right?”

“Actually, I...”

“I approve of the marriage.”

Natalie blinked. She had been about to confess she was joking. “Mrs. Stapleton, whether I marry him or not has nothing to do with sending him abroad.”

“Of course it does. If you marry him, we'll hand him over to you. If he causes any more trouble, you'll be the one held responsible. As his parents, we can wash our hands of the whole mess.”

“You treat him like a burden. As long as you can toss him aside, you'll feel relieved?”

Mrs. Stapleton nodded. “If you want to put it that way, yes.”

Natalie had never met parents who despised their own child this much. In that moment, her confusion faded into a deep ache of sympathy for Marico.

“Fine. I'll marry him. Leave him to me.”

Hearing her agreement, Mrs. Stapleton let out a massive sigh of relief.

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