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.

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 long

a wave of nausea rolled through her, twisting her stomach. She tried to push it down, but the thick scent of blood in

for the bathroom, barely reaching it before she

Day. In Coppersville, that meant generous meals and bread pudding. Apart from Christmas, Thanksgiving was the one holiday that had to

year, Beatrice had taken a paring knife and plunged it into

do something like that. Worse, Beatrice had stabbed herself

she understood this was Beatrice's act of

back then, perhaps she would have taken the

her.

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

considered walking away from all of it. But she knew she

into his clothes. The stain wasn't very noticeable against his black coat, but the

never seen him in anything but spotless, well-pressed clothes. Yet now,

his expression unreadable. He folded his arms, his hands clenched so hard

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of his hands