Between Ruin And Resolve: My Ex-Husband’s Regret

Chapter 417

Chapter 417:

Then, in a voice as cold as death itself, he murmured, “I’ll kill you myself.” Kyla’s entire body went rigid.

The look in Noah’s eyes—it was unlike anything she’d ever seen before. Raw, unfiltered, murderous intent. A silent promise of something far worse than pain.

Just as suddenly as he had grabbed her, Noah released his grip. Kyla collapsed against the seat, gulping in air, her body trembling violently. Straightening up, Noah turned to the driver. “Take her to the hospital.”

The driver obeyed instantly, starting the car and pulling away without hesitation. Kyla shivered, her arms wrapping around herself. She could still feel the ghost of Noah’s fingers around her throat. And the way he had looked at her… It was a look that would haunt her forever.

Back inside the estate, the living room was a wreck—furniture overturned, shards of glass glinting under the dim light.

On the sofa, Sadie lay unconscious, her face ghastly pale. Nearby, Isabel sat slumped, her complexion no better, her entire body trembling.

Then, the moment Noah stepped inside, Isabel snapped out of her stupor. She lunged toward him, gripping onto his arm with desperate, shaking hands. “Noah, please… I didn’t do anything.” Isabel’s voice wavered, panic seeping into every syllable. “When I left, her grandmother was fine. I didn’t say anything cruel—I swear. I was only looking for Sadie, but she wasn’t there, so I left. That’s all! You have to believe me!”

out in a desperate rush, her wide eyes searching Noah’s face for any sign of belief. Noah didn’t so much as

lifting her as if she weighed

to Isabel, his voice cutting

face. There was something chilling in the way he said

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crisp, awaiting instruction. Noah didn’t take his eyes off Isabel as he spoke. “Take my mother to the estate on the outskirts. She does

a small

extended an arm toward the door, his voice respectful but firm.

but one look at Noah’s expression told her there was no use. He wasn’t negotiating. Swallowing hard, she bit back her words,

Maybach was already waiting. He

voice was calm but firm. “Drive.

road, slipping into the

fingers tightening instinctively around hers.