Chapter 415

What Sadie did next left everyone in the room stunned.

In one swift movement, she grabbed the fruit knife from the table with one hand, while yanking Kyla by the hair with the other.

“Ah!” Kyla’s scream rang out through the house.

Then Sadie lunged forward and pressed the blade against Isabel’s neck, the blade glinting under the light as it rested on the older woman’s fragile skin.

Isabel was paralyzed with fear. All the color drained from her face, and her body went cold. She could feel the icy chill of the blade against her skin.

“What did you do to my grandmother?” Sadie demanded in a trembling voice, each word biting through clenched teeth. It was clear she was barely holding back all the pent-up rage and pain she had suppressed.noveldrama

Her voice seemed to bring Isabel back to her senses. A flicker of doubt appeared in her eyes before they narrowed in anger, and she glared at Sadie, shouting in return, “You’re insane! How dare you press a knife against me? You lunatic! You wretched woman! My grandmother’s condition has nothing to do with me! It was her own—”

“Shut up!” Sadie snapped, her voice shrill and grating. “Did you have something to do with my grandmother’s heart attack?!” she demanded.

Tears streamed down Kyla’s face as Sadie tightened her grip on her hair. She lifted her eyes to Noah and pleaded for help.

“Noah… Save me! Remember, it was me who…” she choked out the words, hoping to invoke Noah’s sympathy.

Noah’s frown deepened as he took in the chaotic scene before him. To say that he was shocked by Sadie’s recklessness would be an understatement, but he could do nothing more than stare at her in fear and concern.

“Sadie, calm down,” he said slowly, his voice low and steady. “Let Kyla go and put the knife down, okay? We can talk about this.”

“Talk?!” Sadie snarled, then let out a mocking laugh. “You expect me to talk to the people who tried to murder my grandmother? What the hell do you take me for?!”

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The knife in her hand trembled slightly, a sign that she might cut Isabel at any moment, whether she intended to or not.

“Sadie, listen to me…” Noah held up his hands and took a step toward her, but Sadie’s fiery glare stopped him dead in his tracks.

“Don’t come any closer!”

The air in the living room was suffocating, and everyone’s breathing had turned short and shallow.

Sadie laughed again, just as cold and humorless as before. She suddenly let go of Kyla, then swung her arm and delivered a resounding slap to Kyla’s face. The sound of flesh hitting flesh was particularly loud in the otherwise silent room.

Caught off guard, Kyla stumbled backward with a scream. She cupped her stinging cheek, her head spinning from the force of the impact.

Noah felt a pang in his heart when he saw Kyla get hit. His eyes were clouded with a mix of emotions as he turned to look back at Sadie. The pain in his gaze was like another dagger to Sadie’s chest. Even now, after all that had happened, he still cared about Kyla.

“Noah,” Sadie said, her voice devoid of warmth or feeling. “You’re still protecting her, huh? What is she to you, really? Your true love? The one you always wanted? What does that make me? A plaything you can use and throw away as you please?”

“Noah…” Kyla sobbed loudly. “My face hurts so much…”

Noah’s expression was a mix of worry and frustration. “I’m not trying to protect her, Sadie. I just—”

“Just what?” Sadie cut him off. “You just can’t bear to see her hurt? Just don’t want her to get upset? For once, Noah, ask yourself—did you ever truly care about me?”

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