CHAPTER 588: 584, PLANNING TO LEAVE SECRETLY

But upon reconsideration, if they really sought help from public opinion, it would be a mutually destructive method.

In thirty-one years of life, he had always kept a low profile and didn’t want to expose his private life to the public. If he really turned to public opinion for help, he believed that his and Titus Zane’s special relationship would also be exposed.

He was a man, and it didn’t matter what others said about him, but he worried about the harm it might bring to his woman...

Filled with helplessness and conflict, Nathan Moore sighed and was about to light a cigarette when his phone rang.

He reached out for his phone; in the darkness, the number on it appeared even clearer. Just as he answered, the urgent voice of a woman sounded from the other end.

"Nathan, where are you? Are you hurt, did you..."

"I’m fine." Three words, barely concealing Nathan Moore’s suppression, "They didn’t trouble me, but..." his voice trailed off, recalling the warning "stay away within one hundred meters," Nathan Moore bitterly smiled, "It seems it will be difficult for us to meet in the future."

A moment of silence, then Titus Zane’s voice, sounding tearful, spoke, "I’m sorry... for making you... suffer such humiliation... Nathan..."

"I am a man." Four words, cutting off Titus Zane’s tearful apology, Nathan Moore firmly stated, "I will not give up, you are my wife, as long as you don’t change your heart, I will not give up."

"Nathan Moore, I will never change my heart..." sobbed Titus Zane, who had initially fantasized that having a baby would make her grandfather accept her choice. Now, it seemed she had been too naive.

However...

"I will find a chance to leave, I will fly directly back overseas, then grandfather will have no way to bring me back..." In a land of freedom, even if her grandfather wielded great power, it would be hard for him to exert it.

After a moment of silence, Nathan Moore agreed, "Okay."

For now, he couldn’t think of a better solution.

...

Just as the call with Nathan Moore ended, footsteps echoed in the corridor outside; Titus Zane hurriedly lay back down and pulled up the blanket, just before someone pushed the door open.

It was Abigail Zimmerman, who walked in, sat down beside the bed, and gently stroked Titus Zane’s hair, sighing and muttering to herself, "Why do both mother and daughter have such hard lives."

Nathan Moore and the guards resisted when she was present at the scene. Maybe because she was there, the guards didn’t hit too hard, only subdued Nathan Moore and took him away.

"That boy is also very stubborn, knowing he can’t beat the guards yet still resisting,"

As soon as Abigail Zimmerman’s words fell, Titus Zane abruptly got up from the bed. Startled by her sudden movement, Abigail Zimmerman was taken aback, and Titus Zane immediately grabbed her arm urgently asking, "Aunt, is Nathan hurt, is it serious?"

He had said he was unhurt over the phone, but she didn’t believe it; fighting with four such strong men, how could he not be injured...

"Don’t worry, just a few punches," Abigail Zimmerman reassured softly, and seeing the disbelief in Titus Zane’s eyes, she patiently explained, "I was there, they didn’t dare make it too bloody, afraid of frightening me."

Knowing Nathan Moore wasn’t hurt, Titus Zane’s hanging heart relaxed, but then she suddenly thought of something, gripping Abigail Zimmerman’s arm again pleadingly, "Aunt, can you help me,"

"Help with what?" Abigail Zimmerman asked instinctively, Titus Zane choked up and said, "I want to leave secretly, I want to go back overseas and never come back."

"Do you really dislike Alder Locke that much?"

"Yes," Titus Zane nodded, "Aunt, I have a phobia of the opposite sex, other than Nathan Moore, I can’t accept any other man."

Seeing the seriousness in Titus Zane’s demeanor, Abigail Zimmerman hesitated for a moment, then nodded in agreement, "Alright, I’ll think of a way."