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    Her hand, still holding the knife, twitched, prompting Isabel to let out a terrified scream. “Ah! No, don’t kill me! Please don’t kill me!”


    “Sadie!” Noah’s voice grew louder and more urgent, though there was an unmistakable note of warning too. “Just calm down, okay? Let go of the knife!”


    Sadie ignored him and turned her attention to Isabel. “My grandmother loves me so much. She’s the only one who cares about me. Why did you hurt her? Why?!”


    “I didn’t! I didn’t do anything to your grandmother!” Isabel’s voice was hoarse and cracked with fear. “She just—”


    “Shut up!” Sadie screamed in her face. “Do you think I’ll believe your lies? You must have done something to trigger her heart attack! You’re all murderers! And I’ll make sure my grandmother gets the justice she deserves!”


    Noah could see that Sadie was spiraling out of control, and he knew he couldn’t afford to wait any longer.


    He took a deep breath and issued an order. “Samuel, now!”


    Samuel hesitated for a moment, ncing between Noah and the frantic Sadie. In the end, he gritted his teeth and rushed forward with a team of bodyguards.


    Sadie was quickly overpowered and subdued.


    “Let me go!” she struggled and iled, but it was useless.


    The knife fell to the floor during the scuffle.


    Ovee by her emotions and the tension that had built up, Sadie finally copsed, losing consciousness.


    Before sumbing to the darkness, she caught a glimpse of Noah cradling K in his arms. The tenderness on his face was the final blow Sadie could endure. In that moment, her heart turned into a cold, empty shell.


    Noah strode out of the estate, K cradled in his arms. His grip was firm, unyielding, and his pace relentless.


    Against his chest, K rested limply, her pale cheek brushing against the fabric of his shirt. But beneath her fragile exterior, there was a faint smirk—subtle, victorious.


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    The night beyond the estate was thick with shadows, swallowing the dim glow of the streemps.


    A sleek ck sedan waited by the curb, its presence eerily silent. As Noah stepped out, he wasted no time, pulling the rear door open with a curt nod.


    Noah didn’t hesitate. With little care, he tossed K inside.


    She tumbled onto the plush leather seat, a sharp gasp escaping her lips. The sting of impact barely registered before the door mmed shut with brutal finality.


    K’s breath hitched.


    Noah wasn’t getting in?


    Uncertainty flickered in her eyes. Her fingers trembled as she reached for the window, rolling it down just enough to peer outside. Swallowing her unease, she softened her voice,cing it with feigned weakness.


    “Noah… my chest is hurting. Please,e with me to the hospital.”


    Noah stood still, his gaze locked onto hers. The warmth she sought in his eyes was absent—reced instead by something far colder.


    Without a word, he leaned in, his movements slow, deliberate. Then, in one swift motion, his hand shot through the open window, fingers tightening around her slender throat.


    K’s eyes widened in sheer terror as crushing pressure seized her windpipe. Panic surged through her veins.


    She wed at Noah’s wrist, struggling, gasping, thrashing—futile. He didn’t flinch.


    “Listen to me carefully.” His voice was empty. Hollow. Devoid of anything human. “If I find out you had anything to do with what happened to Sadie’s grandmother…”


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