Chapter 128
Meanwhile, in the chilling glow of the study at Myrtlewood Estate, Noah’s fingers clicked the mouse in an impatient rhythm.noveldrama
The screen froze on a frame: a slender figure, Sadie, was caught in the merciless embrace of a black sedan, the dim streetlight casting long shadows over the scene.
Noah’s heart clenched, his breath hitching as the vice-like grip of dread and realization tightened around him.
As the footage played on, a figure emerged from the driver’s side—a man shrouded in the anonymity of a hat and a mask.
Despite the disguise, Noah’s eyes narrowed, recognition dawning with chilling certainty. There he was again—Ryder.
With steady steps, Ryder closed the distance, bent down, and said something in a hushed tone.
Through the flickering glow of the screen, Noah could almost feel Ryder’s smugness oozing through, as if the man were basking in the glory of his vile actions.
“Damn it!” Noah’s voice cracked the tense air as he slammed his fist down on the table, his knuckles whitening with the force.
In that instant, the surveillance footage sputtered and died, leaving the room cloaked in sudden darkness.
Noah’s fist struck the mahogany coffee table with a resounding “Bang!” His frustration spilled out in a guttural roar.
His teeth were clenched so tightly that it seemed the veins on his forehead might burst from the pressure.
“What happened to the rest of the surveillance? Why did it suddenly stop? Where’s Sadie? Is there still no news?” His questions flew like bullets, punctuating the heavy silence of the study.
Noah stood up abruptly, his imposing figure casting a long, ominous shadow across the room.
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Samuel, standing beside him, trembled slightly, holding his breath.
“Mr. Wall, we still haven’t heard anything about Mrs. Wall. The surveillance… It appears to have been deliberately sabotaged. The tech team says it’s beyond repair,” he stammered, his voice barely audible against the thick tension.
Noah’s expression darkened, a storm brewing in his steely eyes.
“Where’s Kyla?” he demanded, his tone icy.
“Miss Wade is in the hospital. She… She’s been hoping you’d visit,” Samuel replied, his eyes darting nervously, cautious of Noah’s impending explosion of wrath.
“Find Ryder as soon as possible and bring him to me,” Noah commanded, his voice low and dangerous, filled with a promise of retribution.
“This time, he won’t escape again.” His menacing tone echoed ominously, as if sealing Ryder’s fate with each syllable.
Meanwhile, at the city hospital, Kyla lay in a private ward, her face pale and delicate, the very picture of fragility.
The soft click of the door opening stirred her, and she immediately lifted her head. When her eyes met Noah’s figure standing in the doorway, tears welled up in her gaze. “Noah, you’re finally here…”
Her voice was faint, laced with subtle grievance, as though she had been abandoned in her moment of need.
Noah approached the bed, his expression stern, his eyes cold and devoid of warmth.
Kyla’s heart fluttered anxiously under his chilling stare. She struggled to sit up, her body trembling with effort. “I’m in a lot of pain…” Kyla’s voice was barely a whisper as she clutched Noah’s hand, her tears spilling freely down her cheeks. “Did you really have an episode last night?”
The sudden shift in Noah’s tone sent a jolt through Kyla. Her eyes widened, and the little color left in her face drained completely.
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