Chapter 2118: Chapter 2118: Giving Nathalie an Old Photo
"Yes, of course you can."
Ever since Marcella Davidson found out about Nathalie Quinlan’s background, her heart melted in front of her, and she couldn’t bear to refuse her.
"I didn’t mean to pressure you to agree." Marcella looked at her tenderly, propping up her body to sit up. She rummaged through a box from the bedside cabinet, opened the metal box, and took out an old yellowed photo to hand it to Nathalie Quinlan: "Nathalie, I’m giving this to you."
Nathalie Quinlan looked down and took the photo from her, glancing at it briefly to see the young woman on it, full of spirit.
It was an old yellowed photo.
There were six people in the photo.
One of them was Marcella Davidson.
Another man in a teal suit looked somewhat familiar; she vaguely recalled seeing him once at The First Research Institute, seemingly Zevaney Kingsley’s teacher, named Nathan Garland.
Among the six people, standing in the middle was a young woman, strikingly beautiful, smiling brightly into the lens, exuding charisma and a carefree presence.
— Lynette Kingsley.
Even if Marcella Davidson hadn’t told her who this person was, Nathalie Quinlan had a strong feeling in her heart, a sensation that stemmed from the pulse of blood relations.
She immediately noticed the woman in the photo.
Marcella Davidson knew Nathalie Quinlan didn’t want to be connected with the Kingsleys Family, so she didn’t make it explicit, subtly implying, "This photo was taken when we were young."
She fell into her memories: "Back then we were all so young, no one would have thought things would turn out the way they did later, and in the end, only this one photo remained as a memory."
Nathalie Quinlan neither agreed nor disagreed, putting the photo away.
Seeing her, Marcella Davidson felt her initial sadness recede like the tide, raising the corners of her mouth, and she smiled as she said to her, "Nathalie, I have no intention to force you. Whether you choose to accept or not, I’ll always be your Mrs. Davidson."
"Alright." Nathalie nodded, not giving a direct answer; her heart was still in turmoil, and she hadn’t figured it out yet.
Kenzie Nabours stepped in to lighten the atmosphere, immediately chiming in with a cheerful interruption, reaching out to support Marcella Davidson, "Let’s talk about recognizing relatives another day. Let’s go have some dinner."
Marcella Davidson knew Nathalie had just come back from the research institute and had been tirelessly treating her illness, surely exhausted.
She blamed herself for being too hasty, took Nathalie’s hand, and softly said, "Let’s go, we’ll have something to eat first."
At dinner, the old butler prepared a table full of dishes.
Nathalie Quinlan, however, had little appetite.
She didn’t show it, only moved her chopsticks infrequently, spending the meal talking with Kenzie Nabours and Marcella Davidson.
Marcella Davidson asked her about the situation at the research institute and was slightly surprised to hear that Nathalie had entered the Level 8 laboratory.
But she didn’t ask much more, instead going to the study to fetch two books to give to Nathalie Quinlan.
One was "Quantum Engineering," the other was "Semiconductor Physics."
Both books were thick and solid.
After shoving the books into Nathalie’s arms, Marcella didn’t say much, only spoke gracefully: "Nathalie, start with these two books."
"These are considered introductory. If you encounter anything you don’t understand, just give me a phone call. I have free time whenever, and I’ll explain it to you."
As she said this, her usually sickly face rarely showed a sparkle, revealing evident confidence and poise.
Marcella Davidson smiled slightly, her expression reserved, yet she couldn’t hide the innate pride in her bones: "Now in Inderia, besides your current tutor Orson Saban, I barely count as someone who can teach you."
