The Heiress Nobody Saw Coming

Chapter 260 His Daughter Is Truly Impressive Inside the villa, Gorge and the others heard Charlotte's panicked scream, her voice cracking with alarm. They rushed outside immediately, only to see Natalie struggling with the enraged Flash on the lawn.

Gorge felt as though his heart leaped into his throat at the sight.

In the next moment, William dashed out, holding a tranquilizer gun.

"Mr. Walker, watch out!" Gorge's voice broke with urgency.

William raised the tranquilizer gun and shouted toward Natalie, who was on the horse's back. "Nat, bring it this way!" Upon hearing his voice, Natalie gripped the reins firmly with both hands, pressing her legs hard against Flash's flanks. She yanked on the bridle, forcing the horse's head in William's direction.

"Dad, shoot when you have a chance!" she yelled.

She maneuvered Flash to charge toward William. At the last second, she pulled hard again, jerking Flash's head to the side.

That brief opening was all William needed. He aimed the tranquilizer gun and fired. The dart shot through the air and struck Flash directly on its hindquarters.

Flash let out an enraged cry. It ran even faster, almost as though it planned to throw Natalie off once and for all. Yet, Natalie clung tenaciously to the reins. She kept control, circling in place on the lawn.

After a couple of laps, Flash gradually slowed. The tranquilizer had taken effect. Its legs buckled, and it crashed onto the grass.

Natalie still didn't release the reins. She waited until the horse had completely stopped struggling before she finally let go and slid off its back.

"Nat!" "Well done!" Charlotte and William spoke at once.

Charlotte rushed to Natalie as if she had survived a disaster. William approached them, looking proud and relieved.

His daughter was truly impressive.

"Nat, you scaredto death!" Charlotte cried, pulling her into a hug. Tears fell freely from her eyes. "Next time, please don't be so reckless!" "Don't cry. I'm alright," Natalie said as she patted Charlotte's back to comfort her. "See? I'm fine." "That's my daughter," William said proudly. "You're incredible! You did a great job!" William reached out and pulled Charlotte close. "We should be proud of our daughter. She's a hero." Charlotte lifted her hand and smacked William in the chest. "What's there to be proud of? I only want my daughter to be healthy and happy. I don't need her playing the hero." After all, heroics often required a heavy price. Charlotte wanted nothing more than for her children to live a safe, content life. She had no interest in the glory or title of "hero".

"Nat, letsee your hands." Charlotte's tears were still flowing as she picked up Natalie's hands to inspect them.

Because Natalie had been holding the reins so tightly, her palms had been cut by the straps. They were bleeding badly. Even so, she didn't let go.

Seeing this, Charlotte cried even harder. "My poor girl! Quick, get the first aid kit. I'll bandage you now, then we're going to Hector's hospital. As for this mad horse, we can't keep it. Have it put down right now." She turned to William and said, "Honey, I'll take Nat to get her hands looked at. You tell the cook to butcher the horse and serve a whole-horse feast tonight!" "Alright. I'll do it myself," William said. He stared icily at Flash, still lying on the ground.

Not far away, Carson sat behind the wheel of a car, anxiously asking Emma, "Ms. Emma, we should go. You're badly hurt. Any longer, and the pain will just get worse." Emma bit her lip hard. The moment Charlotte had rushed away to chase after Natalie, Emma had given up any feelings for her. Yet, she wanted to see it for herself before she could leave.

Natalie only had bloody hands, and Charlotte was already losing her composure with worry. William even planned to personally slaughter Flash and then feast on it.

It was obvious-now that they had their real daughter, they no longer cared about Emma.

A deep hatred smoldered in Emma's eyes. She dug her nails into her palms, barely noticing the pain.

"Ms. Emma, I'm driving," Carson said.

From where he sat, he couldn't see her upper half or the look of hatred and anger on her face. He only worried that she might faint from her injuries. Not daring to delay any further, he started the engine and sped out of Walker Estate Charlotte tended to Natalie's hands in the house. When she dabbed them with rubbing alcohol, Natalie didn't flinch, but Charlotte burst into tears again. "Sweetie, does it hurt?" "No, it's fine," Natalie said, feeling a bit helpless. She hated seeing loved ones cry. "I can do it myself." Charlotte's fingers trembled uncontrollably as she tried to clean her daughter's wounds. She was filled with heartache and distress, unsure if she could keep going.

"Sweetie..." "Don't cry. I'm alright, really." Natalie tried to reassure her, then grabbed a bottle of medical alcohol. She opened it and poured it over her bleeding hand.

"Sweetie!" Charlotte cried out at the sight. She couldn't help yelling again.

Natalie kept a straight face, pouring V e more over her other hand. "Sweetie..." Charlotte couldn't stand to watch.

She turned her head away and started sobbing again.

Natalie was speechless. She truly didn't find the pain all that terrible. But having someone worry so deeply for her filled her heart with a warm sense of softness. She worked quickly to disinfect her hands. Just as she was about to bandage them, Gorge cin to report. "Mrs. Walker, Ms. Natalie, Mr. Holden is here." "Tell him to wait a moment," Natalie said, continuing to tend her wounds. But a shadow suddenly loomed over her, Before she knew ont Marcus was already right next to her.

"Lethelp you," he offered.

Marcus furrowed his brow and bent down, picking up the bandages and the container of medicinal powder.

"So, I just pour this on and then wrap it, right?" he asked.

"No need. I can do it," Natalie refused without hesitation.

"Ms. Walker, I'm not smonster," Marcus said, frowning more deeply. "I took Gabriel withand found something. I think you'll want to know about it." "What?"

Charlotte, who had been turned away weeping, also looked back. "Nat, let Marcus help you. I'm no good at this. You can't bandage yourself with just ope hand Natalie seemed to consider asking Gorge, but perhaps sensing her thoughts, he shook his head immediately. "Ms. Natalie, I can't. I faint at the sight of blood." He had barely finished speaking before collapsing. Natalie was speechless. Apparently, Gorge's timing was just too perfect. She'd have to "treat" him someday. "Don't worry, Ms. Walker. I won't hurt you," Marcus said with a frown, holding the medicine in his hand. When she saw him ready to apply the powder, Natalie could only extend her palms, doing her best not to touch him more than necessary.

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