NovelEnglishChapter 237 Chapter 237: Echoing footsteps filled the deserted hallway, underscoring his solitude. Making his way to the elevator, Noah pressed the button for the underground parking lot.
At Myrtlewood Estate, Kyla perched on a cream-colored leather sofa, her slender fingers nervously playing with the hem of her plain white dress.
She had hurried here immediately after receiving her dismissal notice and had been waiting ever since.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtFootsteps she knew all too well resonated from the doorway, causing her to look up sharply, her eyes filled with tears.
Noah entered, pushing the door open. His black suit contrasted with his stoic, chiseled features, which showed no emotion.
"Noah," Kyla's voice broke as she rose unsteadily, moving toward him. Vulnerability tinged her natural grace, rendering her appearance rather pitiful. "Tell me, why are you doing this to me?" Ignoring her tearful appeal, Noah headed straight for the bar to pour himself a glass of whiskey.
"I don't understand what I've done to make you despiseso much. I can leave this instant and vanish from your life..." Kyla turned to leave, her heart making silent calculations.
She was sure Noah wouldn't let her leave.
Yet, Noah didn't respond and just stood there, merely continuing to sip his whiskey, seemingly oblivious to the unfolding.
Kyla's lip quivered as she bit it.
She clutched her chest and suddenly collapsed to the floor in a faint. When Noah saw this, his expression tightened, a jolt of concern flashing through him.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmHe rushed over, lifting Kyla carefully and laying her on the sofa. "Kyla! Kyla!" Tears brimmed in Kyla's eyes as she slowly opened them. "Noah..." she whispered, her voice faint, barely audible. "My heart... it hurts so much... Remember the twhen I saved you? That was when... when I first got hurt..." She spoke with pauses, her voice heavy with sadness. She was playing her trump card, betting on Noah's sense of indebtedness from their past.
Latest chapters in glovel.☐☐m Observing her frail appearance, Noah let out a sigh. "You don't have to worry. I'll be here for you." He carefully lifted Kyla in his arms and strode toward the door.
The hospital hallways carried the potent scent of disinfectant.
Approaching a doctor, Noah inquired, "Doctor, how is she?" Removing his mask, the doctor responded, "She needs to remain under observation. We must wait for her test results to learn more." As Kyla lay on the hospital bed, her complexion washed out, she managed a weak smile. “Noah, could you... getsomething to eat?" Noticing the expectation in her eyes, Noah assured her, “Okay. I'll find you something to eat."
He then exited, his tall silhouette disappearing down the corridor, Kyla watched him leave, then slowly sat up, the fragility of before absent. She walked to the doctor's office and tapped on the door. "Please, cin." Kyla stepped inside, pulling out a thick envelope from her bag and setting it on the doctor's desk.
"This is just a small token of my gratitude. I'm sure you know how to ve report on my condition, right?"
The doctor took the envelope discreetly, his face breaking into al smile. "Rest assured, Miss Wade. I've got this under control." Kyla gave a nod of approval and exited the office.
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