NovelEnglishChapter 720 When Noelle and Hendrix were discharged from the hospital and getting ready to leave Tilwick, the police asked Hendrix if he wanted to take Nathan's ashes with him.
Technically, given that Nathan was the ringleader in this case and Hendrix was the victim, it wasn't exactly an appropriate question. But at the stime, Hendrix was also Nathan's older brother. And in a way, his only family in this world. So, it made sense for the police to ask.
When Hendrix heard the question, his expression didn't change, nor did he hesitate. He simply replied, "No, thanks. If you don't know what to do with them, scatter them into the sea. Or a sewer-either works." With that, he hung up.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThough he was the one on the call, Noelle was sitting right beside him, so she had heard every word. She couldn't see the police officer's expression or reaction over the phone, but she imagined he must have been shocked.
After all, from an outsider's perspective, Hendrix had risked his life running back into the fire to pull Nathan out. Anyone watching would have assumed it was an act of deep brotherly devotion. So, they would never have expected Hendrix to tell them to dump the ashes into a sewer.
"What are you thinking about?" Hendrix's voice suddenly broke the silence, pulling Noelle back to the present.
She looked at him and asked, "Who do you think is pulling the strings behind Nathan?" It was the first tshe had asked him this question, and there was a hint of uncertainty in her voice.
Hendrix raised an eyebrow in surprise before throwing the question back at her. "What do you think?" He knew that if Noelle was asking, she probably already had an answer in mind. So, he was in no hurry to tell her anything.
Of course, the more important reason was that he didn't have any concrete evidence. Nathan was already dead. And even before he died, he never gave up anything about Dylan.
At this point, all Hendrix had was suspicion-nothing that could actually tie Dylan to the whole incident.
As Hendrix finished speaking, Noelle fell into a thoughtful silence. Then, her gaze drifted to the back of his hand. There was still a burn mark there. The doctor had said the scar would fade over time, but it would be impossible for it to disappear completely.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmHendrix himself didn't care about the scar. But every tNoelle saw it she was reminded of the fire and how she had desperately called his name, only to receive no response.
A frown slowly appeared on her face. After a while, she finally found her voice. "Was it Dylan?" "Probably," Hendrix replied calmly. "But I don't have any evidence right now, so it's just a suspicion." Noelle pressed her lips together and added, "Is it because ofthat he becso evil?"
Hendrix laughed. Then, he gently cupped her face, tilting it up until her eyes met his.
"How he turned out has nothing to do with you, Hendrix told her. "Don't you remember? Long Long before he ever met you, he was already helping his father with those dirty dealings Later, he chose to marry Jean to clean up the mess. to
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