Chapter 546

He believed being there was the least he could do for her.

The harsh lights of the corridor cast a stark glow on his weary face.

“Mr. Wall,” Samuel’s deep voice suddenly broke through Noah’s reverie. “The thugs have confessed. They were acting under orders from the Howe family.”

Noah’s hands clenched into fists.

“The Howe family…”

“There’s more,” Samuel added, a hint of anger in his voice. “They all had a unique perfume scent on them.”

“A unique perfume scent?” Noah’s expression grew intense, sensing an unusual clue.

“Yes, it’s not a common brand,” Samuel confirmed. “And we’ve found out the abandoned factory is located on land owned by the Perry family.”

“The Perry family… You mean…” Noah murmured.

“Mr. Wall, I suspect it’s Aliza Perry,” Samuel stated confidently, his voice low. “She’s known for her distinctive perfume, and she has both the motive and the means for this.”

“Aliza Perry…” Noah echoed thoughtfully.

“Unbelievable,” Noah said sharply, his laugh tinged with fury, as cold as shards of ice. “The Howe family and the Perry family… both will pay for this.”

“There’s another matter, Mr. Wall…” Samuel hesitated, then added, “Terrance is here.”

“Terrance?” Noah’s expression hardened. “What does he want?”

“He’s… at the hospital entrance. He’s asking to see you.” Samuel’s voice lowered, picking up on Noah’s growing anger.

“To see me?” Noah scoffed, his tone filled with scorn. “He has the audacity to face me?”

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“Tell him to get out of my face!” His command thundered through the corridor like a storm. “Tell him I have no desire to see him. He needs to leave immediately!”noveldrama

“Right away, Mr. Wall,” Samuel responded promptly, turning to carry out the order.

At the hospital entrance, Terrance waited nervously, his face etched with lines of worry and his eyes dim, portraying a man much older than his years.

He had not anticipated such a sharp escalation.

This time, Noah was genuinely enraged.

Terrance realized he needed to defuse the situation quickly, or the Howe family would face severe repercussions.

“Mr. Howe, Mr. Wall refuses to see you,” Samuel delivered the message without warmth.

“Refuses to see me?” Terrance’s heart sank deeper. “Did Mr. Wall say anything else?”

“Mr. Wall told you…” Samuel paused for emphasis, before adding, “to get out of his face immediately.”

“Get out…” Terrance staggered, nearly falling over.

He understood that this was both Noah’s final rebuke and his greatest disgrace.

“Mr. Howe, are you alright?” his butler asked, quickly supporting him.

“I’m fine,” Terrance said dismissively, steadying himself. “Let’s go.” He turned and slowly walked away from the hospital, each step heavy with defeat.

Inside the hospital room, the space was softly lit by a warm yellow lamp beside the bed.

Noah sat by the bed, a hardcover edition of The Little Prince in his hands.

His voice was deep and resonant as he read aloud.

“The fox said, ‘To me, you are still nothing more than a little boy who is just like a hundred thousand other little boys. And I have no need of you. And you, on your part, have no need of me. To you, I am nothing more than a fox, like a hundred thousand other foxes. But if you tame me, then we shall need each other. To me, you will be unique in all the world. To you, I shall be unique in all the world.'”

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