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!”

in a desperate rush, her wide eyes searching Noah’s face for

her as if she weighed nothing at all. His jaw clenched as he looked down at her, unreadable emotions flickering across

his gaze to Isabel, his voice cutting through the silence like a blade. “No one touches

blood drain from her face. There was something chilling in the way he said

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

gave a small

toward the door, his voice respectful but firm. “Mrs. Wall, if

was no use. He wasn’t negotiating. Swallowing hard, she bit back her words, nodding stiffly, and turned on

outside, his movements steady and deliberate. The Maybach was already waiting. He opened the door and placed

he shut the door. His voice was calm

eased onto the road, slipping into

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