The Sway and Slide of Love by Jean Song

Chapter 390 Chapter

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Chapter

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Hendrix sat frozen, his face pale and grim.

Noelle couldn't hold back any longer. "What happened?"

Hendrix slowly turned to her but said nothing. Instead, he yanked the wheel into a sharp U-turn. The way he tore down the road told Noelle something was very wrong. She tightened her grip on the seatbelt and fixed her eyes ahead.

They hadn't gone far from Freeman Manor, but chaos had already erupted. The housekeeper's screams echoed through the house while Ophelia stood in the living room, pounding her chest in fury.

"What a mess! This is a nightmare!" she yelled. "I said from the very start-someone like her should never have stayed here! She did it once, and now, it's happening again! She won't stop until she drags the Freemans straight to hell!"

Noelle stopped in her tracks.

He stormed up the stairs, his movements frantic in a way she had never seen before. Not long after, the doctor and an ambulance arrived. Noelle remained downstairs in the living room. Soon, she saw Hendrix coming down, carrying Beatrice in his arms. Her

of nausea rolled through her, twisting her stomach. She tried

for the bathroom, barely reaching it before she threw

Day. In Coppersville, that meant generous meals and bread pudding. Apart from

this year, Beatrice had taken a paring knife and plunged it into her abdomen. The doctor said the wound

that.

understood this was Beatrice's act of

then, perhaps she would have taken the knife and

her.

sent a chill through Noelle. She placed a hand over her belly, the sterile scent of

all of it. But she knew she couldn't when she

doing so, her blood had soaked into his clothes. The stain wasn't very noticeable against his black coat, but the large pool of

in anything but spotless, well-pressed clothes. Yet now,

unreadable. He folded his arms, his hands

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of his hands