Chapter 143 Whose Child?

• The street lamps flickered weakly in the evening, casting sporadic pools of light on the quiet road as Nathalie leaned heavily on Sandro's arm. Her steps were unsteady, her breaths labored. The events of the evening had drained her, leaving her feeling fragile and exhausted.
• Sandro, ever the steadfast companion, wrapped his arm around her waist, supporting her weight as they made their way towards the car parked by the curb. His concern was evident in the furrow of his brow and the gentle reassurances he whispered to her.
• "Easy now, Nathalie," he murmured, his voice a soothing balm against the turmoil in her mind. "Just a few more miles, we're almost there." Nathalie nodded weakly, grateful for his steadying presence. Leaning into him, she allowed herself to be guided towards the passenger side of the car. With Sandro's help, she lowered herself into the seat, sinking into the plush cushions with a weary sigh.