Chapter 618

As he turned to leave, he cast a glance at Kyla, who lay on the floor, a mix of emotions crossing his face. He exited swiftly to execute the orders.

“Ahem… Ahem… Ahem…”

Kyla coughed violently, each breath feeling like a battle for life.

Her body shook, and tears streamed down her face uncontrollably.

It took her moments to regain her breath fully.

Looking up at the unfeeling man standing over her, Kyla pleaded once more, “Noah, please! Spare me! I promise to leave this instant and never return…”

Her voice was raspy and weak.

Noah looked down at her, his eyes devoid of any warmth, filled only with contempt.noveldrama

“Confessing is your only chance for redemption. Otherwise, no one can help you.”

Kyla shuddered violently, her reluctance palpable.

She feared the ruin of her life, dreading the confines of a prison. Overwhelmed by fear, she saw no escape from the heartless man before her.

Suddenly, she erupted into hysterical laughter. “Confess? Seriously? Noah, stop pretending to be the good guy. You’re behind all of this.” Kyla lifted her head and glared at Noah with intense hatred.

“If anyone’s guilty, it’s you! You pushed all the blame onto me, hoping to cover your crimes? Three years ago, without your indulgence, would I have even had the chance to harm that bitch Sadie?” she screamed, her voice heavy with resentment.

“As soon as I returned from abroad, I already found out you had fallen in love with that bitch. I couldn’t face it then… Now, with Sadie’s grandmother gone—karma. She got what she deserved. She tried to steal what was rightfully mine. Without her meddling, I would have been your wife.”

As she spoke, Kyla became increasingly agitated, losing all composure.

“I wish she were dead too! Dead! They should all go to Hell!”

Her laughter turned maniacal, her voice sharp and unhinged. Noah observed the hysterical woman, his expression dark and menacing. He clenched his fists, his body shaking as he fought to control his emotions.

He turned to the bodyguards, his voice measured but firm. “No need to have her turn herself in. Take her to Boxing Street in Wheosia. Let her fend for herself there.”

The bodyguards’ eyes widened in disbelief.

Boxing Street in Wheosia?

It was a notorious slum, a haven for the most unsavory characters.

Sending Kyla there was tantamount to a death sentence.

“No! Noah, you can’t do this to me! You can’t!”

Kyla’s eyes widened with terror at Noah’s command. She screamed,

“Noah, I saved your life before. You can’t be so cruel and ungrateful.”

The two bodyguards were tall and broad-shouldered, but judging by the veins bulging on their arms, it was clear they were exerting considerable strength just to detain Kyla.

Even so, she continued to struggle, twisting and flailing while shouting obscenities. Her behavior was a far cry from her usual gentle and delicate image.

Noah paid no attention to her cries. He simply turned and walked away.

“No, don’t! Noah, you can’t do this to me!” Kyla wailed in utter despair, her voice hoarse yet piercing at the same time.

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