The Sway and Slide of Love by Jean Song

Chapter 390 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.

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

her stomach. She tried to push it down, but the thick scent of blood in the air

bolted for the bathroom, barely reaching it before she threw

that meant generous meals and bread pudding. Apart from Christmas, Thanksgiving was the one holiday

it into her abdomen. The doctor said the

kind of resolve it took to do something like that. Worse,

earlier, and suddenly, she understood this was Beatrice's act of defiance,

it back then, perhaps she would

her.

a chill through Noelle. She placed a hand over her

But she knew

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

was always meticulous. Noelle had never seen him in anything but spotless, well-pressed clothes. Yet now, he made

unreadable. He folded his arms, his hands clenched so hard that the veins

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