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The Heartbreak Prescription Chapter 1128

My Dad Please Come – Chapter 1128

“So, you got hit,” Nathan said calmly—so calmly it sent a chill down Lottie’s spine. “What does that have to do with me?”

The words hung in the air. Lottie’s heart sank, the blood draining from her face as a cold dread settled in.

Juliet stared at him in disbelief, shock flashing across her features. “What do you mean, Mr. Lowe? Lottie is your woman! Someone hitting her is a direct insult to you!”

Nathan’s gaze shifted back to Lottie, sharp and probing. “You’re my woman?” His tone was casual, but there was something dangerous beneath it. “Did you tell her that?”

Lottie opened her mouth, but no words came out. “I…” Her voice faltered as panic took hold.

Juliet pressed harder, frustration creeping in. “Lottie, what exactly is going on between you and Mr. Lowe? Why won’t he admit it?”

Humiliation washed over Lottie, burning hot and merciless.

The truth was brutal. Back in the private room, Nathan had barely looked at her. He had made it unmistakably clear that he was married—something that had bruised her pride more than she cared to admit.

Yet fueled by vanity, she had lied. She had bragged to Juliet and the others, claiming she had a special relationship with Nathan, letting them believe she was his woman just to elevate her own status.

“Speak,” Nathan said coldly. “Why are you silent now? Are you my woman? Have I ever even touched you?”

Each word felt like a blade.

It was as if ice water had been poured over Lottie’s head, leaving her frozen and exposed.

Juliet grabbed her arm, anxiety written all over her face. “Lottie, what’s happening? Say something.”

Lottie lifted her head and realized Ivy and Madge were watching as well. Their eyes made her feel stripped bare, like a spectacle she couldn’t escape.

“Mr. Lowe,” she said weakly, “this is between us. There’s no need to discuss it in front of outsiders.”

Nathan answered instantly. “And who do you think the outsider is?”

He turned toward Ivy. “Come here.”

Ivy stepped forward, composed but confused by the tension filling the room.

Nathan reached out and took her hand, his fingers interlacing with hers in an unmistakably intimate gesture.

Lottie’s breath caught. Juliet stiffened.

“Mr. Lowe,” Lottie blurted out, disbelief shaking her voice, “who is she?”

Before Ivy could speak, Madge cut in sharply, satisfaction clear in her tone. “Ms. Ivy is Mr. Lowe’s wife. She’s the real Mrs. Lowe.”

What?

The world tilted violently beneath Lottie’s feet.

She had known Nathan was married—but she had never imagined his wife was Ivy, the very woman she had just insulted.

Juliet looked just as stunned. “Mr. Lowe is married? Lottie, what’s going on?”

Nathan tightened his grip on Ivy’s hand, his expression icy. “I told you in that private room that I’m married. This is my wife. Are you really that hard of hearing?”

His gaze locked onto Lottie, sharp and merciless, making her heart pound in terror.

Ivy glanced at Nathan, shock flickering across her face.

They had kept their marriage hidden for years. She never expected him to reveal it so openly—especially like this.

For the first time, uncertainty crept into her heart. She realized she didn’t fully understand the man standing beside her. Nathan was nothing like the version she had imagined.

Meanwhile, Lottie felt herself sinking into despair.

She had never dreamed Ivy was Mrs. Lowe. And today, she had offended her—badly.

Nathan’s voice cut through the silence, controlled but brimming with anger. “I gave you that credit tag so you could run an errand and buy cigarettes. Was that really so hard to understand?

“You used my name to show off, dragged my wife into your mess, and even had the nerve to insult her.”

He paused, letting the weight of his words settle.

“Now tell me—how do you think I should deal with you?”

Lottie’s legs went weak, trembling beneath her.

“I’m sorry! Please, let me go!” she begged, her voice cracking. “I’m begging you!”

Nathan stared at her, his eyes cold and unyielding.

“Are you sure I’m the one you should be apologizing to?”

The question landed like a death sentence.

Lottie’s heart raced as the room seemed to close in around her, the full weight of her mistake finally crashing down.