Turning Of The Tide (Natalie and Trevon)

Chapter 715

Meanwhile, at the Wilson's residence, Trevon had just crawled into bed and was about to hug his wife to sleep when he received a message from the bodyguard who was secretly protecting his son, [Mr. Jasper has gone to Evergreen Gardens.]

After reading the message, Trevon felt a headache and frowned. His eyebrows were like two ropes that kept pulling closer. Trevon suddenly felt he shouldn't have taught Jasper how to pick locks.

Natalie saw Trevon frowning and thought that he was tired. She raised her hand to massage his temples gently. "Are you tired?"

Trevon did not want Natalie to know that Jasper was staying in Evergreen Gardens with Ruby tonight. If Natalie knew, she might feel embarrassed when she saw Jasper in the future. It would be a little embarrassing for their child to know their secret.

Trevon took Natalie's hand and lied, "Maybe I didn't sleep well last night."

Natalie glared at him. "I told you to take it easy. You better sleep well tonight."

"Got it, darling." A man would always be a young man at heart and wouldn't admit defeat to certain things.

At noon the next day, the couple in Evergreen Gardens slowly woke up. Ruby woke up first. Her voice was a little hoarse. She wanted to speak but realized that her throat was a little uncomfortable, making it difficult for her to speak. Thus, she closed her mouth again.

Ruby closed her eyes and opened them again. She was about to stare at the white ceiling to wake herself up when she was suddenly stunned by the flowers on the ceiling.

Ruby's first thought was that the flowers were very beautiful.

The colors of the fully bloomed flowers changed from light to dark, and the depths varied. There was a number flashing in the corner as well. '180?' Ruby thought.

Ruby was a little suspicious. 'What is this?' She thought.

Ruby was sure that when she came in yesterday, she had not noticed any special design on the ceiling. She tried her best to recall, but she wasn't sure if there had been anything, and she wondered if she had not noticed it.

Ruby had no idea that she had created these flowers and thought they were a feature that Trevon had designed to light up the room.

As Ruby was thinking about it, a low and hoarse voice sounded from her neck. He rubbed against her soft neck and said gloomily, "You're awake. Aren't you tired?"

Seeing that Jasper had woken up, she spoke softly, since her throat was still uncomfortable. Ruby asked, "This ceiling is so beautiful. Did Trevon design it too?"

Before Jasper could answer, Ruby continued in a low voice, "I've heard of people designing a galaxy or illustrations for children's rooms, but this is the first time I've seen someone design a sea of flowers."

'I don't think I've heard of such a design before. It's quite interesting,' Ruby thought to herself. This is the property of Nô-velDrama.Org.

To preserve his father's image, Jasper couldn't let Ruby know that her future father-in-law was such a spendthrift. Jasper could only take the blame. "No, I asked someone to design it," Jasper told her.

Ruby could feel his smile against her neck. Jasper had already looked at the ceiling countless times last night. It was indeed very beautiful. At this moment, Jasper realized that the flowers were not of the same colors. They displayed different colors according to the decibel level.

'Dad has broadened my worldview again. Once again, he's shown me nothing is impossible.' Jasper thought.

Jasper really admired his father's brain.

Ruby turned to face Jasper. Her waist was a little sore as she continued to ask, "What is this for? Is it to brighten up the room?"

Jasper didn't answer, instead using his actions to show her what the flowers were. Under the blanket, he suddenly tickled her armpit. Ruby was caught off guard and shouted.

After the exclamation, Jasper smiled and moved his head away from her neck. He reached out his hand which was wrapped around her waist and pinched her chin gently, turning her head so that her gaze was fixed on the ceiling.

Ruby saw a flower slowly spreading out from the ceiling and finally appearing at the top. She had witnessed the entire process of blooming. She widened her eyes in disbelief and almost couldn't react.

The number on the counter also became 181.

A moment later, she seemed to understand. Ruby was speechless.

Ruby came back to her senses and scolded Jasper for the first time. Her voice had an unpleasant tone and sounded hoarse. "Jasper Wilson, you're crazy."

'So these flowers bloomed because of me? This was recommended by that perverted designer? He's crazy.' Ruby thought.

Jasper had no choice but to take the blame. Ruby's anger was harmless, and Jasper smiled. The smile on his lips gradually widened to prevent her from getting angry. He restrained himself and

coaxed her, "I just wanted to make it memorable. If you don't like it, we won't come next time."

Finally, Ruby attacked Jasper with soft punches and kicks under the blanket. Jasper indulged her and did not stop her. Instead, he laughed out loud. Ruby was so angry that she bit his chest again.

Without waiting for Ruby to ask about the origin of this design, Jasper took the initiative to explain, saying that he had added it much later, helping Trevon to clear his name.

After trying out the functions his father had installed, every time he went on a business trip, Jasper would return early and bring Ruby to Evergreen Gardens, keeping the old memories alive and creating new ones in the process. The house was practically given to Jasper.

On the other hand, it seemed as if Jasper had caught his father in a deadlock. Since Trevon would be embarrassed if Ruby ever found out the flowers were his idea, Trevon could not forcefully take the house back from his son.

The next day, Ruby returned to the Blackwell family. She wanted to spend more time with her family before she got married.

At the end of the month, Gage passed away. Trevon took care of his funeral and buried Gage beside his grandfather. Before Gage passed away, he said, "It's time. Jasper is engaged, and someone has to bring this good news to Mr. Theo and his wife. I miss them. Let me do it."

Gage had worked in the Wilson's residence for his entire life. He had no other family. Everyone called him Gage Prescott, but no one knew it wasn't his real name. When his tombstone was erected, Trevon had changed Gage's surname since only the Wilson family could be buried in this garden.

On a dark night, at the end of the year, a light drizzle fell with the wind, soaking the originally dry ground. The sky was pitch dark, with no stars.

Even the mood was heavy, the rainy weather vexing.

At the Athana Airport, a plane slowly descended from the clouds, taxing for a while on the runway. A moment later, bodyguards in uniform alighted from the plane in an orderly manner.

None of them were holding umbrellas. They were all standing upright in the rain, forming two neat rows.

Not long after, a stretcher was carried down, and three big men followed on both sides of the stretcher. Their faces were gloomy, their eyes dark.

Wearing a black down jacket, Frank had an unprecedented cold expression on his face. He instructed in a deep voice without a trace of warmth, "Open the car door."

Hackett, dressed in a white down jacket, did not hold an umbrella either. He stuck his head out and helped open the door of the trailer. There was a clean bed inside.

Trevon did not say a word. He held a big black umbrella and bent down. The bodyguard took the big umbrella from him and helped to hold it. The three of them gently carried the girl into the trailer.

Trevon mumbled something. No one knew if he was talking to himself or the person on the stretcher, but his heart ached as he reached out to tidy the hair on the girl's forehead. His voice cracked and trembled slightly. "We're going home."

Hearing this, Frank stuck his tongue into his molars to control his emotions. With a wave of his hand, all the bodyguards got into the other cars one after another. Frank and Hackett also got into the trailer.

When Hackett heard this, his defense was instantly broken. He turned to look at the scenery outside. His eyes were slightly hot, and he frowned hard to suppress his tears, his lips slightly parted.

Frank did not say anything. He only patted Trevon's shoulder silently to comfort him.

Sensing the emotions of his friends, Trevon forced out a sentence. It was as if he was saying it to himself and encouraging himself. "She will wake up."

As soon as those words were spoken, the tears that Hackett tried his best to hold back fell from the corners of his eyes. Hackett raised his hand and quickly wiped them away. He felt that he was too useless and sniffed. "If Sophia doesn't wake up, I'll visit every church in Athana to pray."

The atmosphere was silent. The three men did not speak. The person lying on the bed was pale, and her face was covered in different kinds of wounds. The corners of her lips were severely cracked, and her neck also had signs of knife wounds. Only Trevon knew about the injuries that were hidden from view.

Frank adjusted his emotions and said calmly, "Didn't I say there's a 70% chance? This means that she will definitely wake up. If Sophia doesn't wake up, I'll be like Hackett and help you visit every church to pray to God."

The two men, who never believed in fate and did not believe in praying, also placed their hopes on God at this moment.

As the car drove slowly, no one spoke. Meanwhile, Trevon's gaze was fixed on Sophia, who was lying in bed. The other two could not bear to see their friend like this, but there was nothing they could do. They could only look away and be silent.

When the car arrived at the Wilson's residence, everyone was already standing in the courtyard, waiting for them to arrive.

Sherri, Ava, Ruby, and even William and Grace had come. It was not Friday, so Liam, Olivia, and Harper were not there.

Seeing that the trailer had stopped in the courtyard, everyone went forward to meet them. Natalie supported her mother-in-law, Rachel, and Jasper supported his grandfather, Caleb. Sherri was worried about her best friend and followed closely by her side.

The door opened, and the stretcher from the other car was immediately lifted out. When Rachel saw the stretcher, her legs went weak, and Natalie almost fell over. Natalie's throat was sore as she swallowed and walked forward with the strongest posture she could muster.

William glanced at the cold-faced Jasper and took the initiative to support Caleb. William said to Jasper, "Go and help."

Ruby also rushed forward to check on Sophia. When Ruby squeezed in and saw Sophia, Ruby could barely stand upright. Ruby held the car door for support and held back her tears. Her eyes were shining with tears, and she didn't have the strength to help. Ava saw that Ruby was in a bad state and went up to take a look. As soon as she laid eyes on Sophia, Ava instantly cried and pressed her nose with her hand as tears fell.

Afraid that she would make them feel uncomfortable, Ava immediately swallowed her tears. Frank was too busy to notice.

It was only after Frank had helped to lift Sophia onto the stretcher that he realized Ava was crying. Frank did not have time to comfort her now and quickly touched the back of Ava's head with one hand, immediately helping Trevon carry Sophia into the house.

The stretcher passed by a few people, and everyone saw the injuries on Sophia's face. The doctor was already in position, followed by many authoritative experts from the base. The bodyguards were carrying instruments.

Rachel almost couldn't breathe. Her fists were clenched tightly, and her heart was beating extremely fast. Rachel raised her hand to make Natalie let go. Rachel took a deep breath and said with a

trembling voice, "Natalie, go and take a look. I'm fine."

Grace walked over and supported Rachel. "We're here. Go."

The group of people did not dare to go up together. The Roberts couple waited downstairs, watching over Rachel and Caleb. Meanwhile, Sherri, Ava, and Ruby followed the rest in.

After settling Sophia down, Hackett and Frank stood up and prepared to leave. The doctor was going to help Sophia, and they needed to leave since they were not medically trained.

Trevon's expression had always been gloomy, but he did not forget to thank them. "Thank you. Go home."

Frank and Hackett answered in unison, their voices deep and their emotions low. "Trevon."

One word escaped Trevon's lips. "Yeah."