The President’s Mistake A Tale of Love and Regret



This year, almost all the trending topics in Saeville have been dominated by the newly-weds. From the fire at the Gomez family mansion at the beginning of the year, to the thrilling murder case, and then to the glamorous engagement banquet.

Even now, far away in Stanna, news about them quickly made its way back to Saeville.

Soon, Spring arrived. Everyone went home to reunite with their family, gradually joyful vibes scattered the news into oblivion.

In the distant north, a heavy snow had just fallen.

(Note: not sure what this pearl part meant, so I directly translated)

The white snow covered the stretching villages, with beautiful pearls dotting the white expanse of the wilderness.

A Hummer sped from the bustling city towards these pearls, stopping at the entrance of the village.

Freya frowned deeply, feeling nauseous after the long journey, which was unusual for her since she was never car sick before.

“Are you alright? Here, have some orange juice." Nathaniel offered her a bottle of freshly squeezed orange juice.

Freya glanced at Nathaniel, feeling like he was getting back at her.

And he seemed to be doing it with a sense of vengeance!

After she had used and betrayed his feelings, he brought her from Stanna to this godforsaken remote village. Driving such a long distance and trekking such a long way in the snow, if this wasn't for revenge, then what was it?

Stubbornly, Freya pushed away the bottle of orange juice, avoiding him.

She sat in the car for a moment to compose herself, while Nathaniel put a parka on her and helped her out of the car.

Another vehicle soon arrived, and Koen got out first to discuss matters with them, likely security matters.

This time, Nathaniel brought Freya here with just a few people escorting them. Afterward, they would leave, allowing Mr. Nathaniel to spend a few days alone with her.

Children in new Spring clothes, curious about the Hummer, gathered around with clear eyes.

Freya got out of the car, taking a few steps through the snow, and was stunned by what she saw.

The village was well-developed. Although it didn't have many residents, maybe around forty or fifty households, each had built three-story villas.

There was also a new school, centralized heating, straight roads, and even street lamps had modern vibes.

Firecrackers went off in the distance, and the sound of it instantly brought Freya back to her childhood.

At that time, her father would

personally take her to the garden to

set off fireworks, occasionally lighting a two-stage firecracker to

ward off bad luck for the year. noveldrama

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"Let's go!" Nathaniel was worried that Freya might catch a cold, leading her into a nearby villa. A slightly plump middle-aged woman came out, her face radiating warmth. She was the one Nathaniel had left to look after the house and keep it clean.

"Mr. Nathaniel, you're back for Spring?" Tammy Hoover greeted Nathaniel excitedly.

Her family also lived here and owned a fish pond. With no work in winter, everyone relaxed and enjoyed the holiday.

All the houses in the village, as well as the fish ponds, farms, and plantations, were investments made by Nathaniel.

The Hoover family knew that one of

the Morgan family's children had shined in the city, but they never

expected him to return and

contribute to his hometown. He had

been very kind to them.

Years ago, when the orphan Zander Morgan from the east side of the village was taken to a city orphanage, they hadn't done much to help him.