Chapter 270
Noah sighed, pressing his fingers to his temples. “She’s out on bail. Mrs. Wall has arranged a position for her at the branch office.”
Acknowledging the update with a nod, Noah instructed, “Get in touch with Kyla. Tell her to meet me at Myrtlewood Estate.”
Samuel hesitated momentarily before saying, “Understood, Mr. Wall.” Casting a surreptitious glance at Noah in the rearview mirror, Samuel noted the deepening shadow over his features. Opting not to say more, Samuel promptly made the call to Kyla.
Meanwhile, Kyla’s carefully maintained calm was shattered by the sudden ring of her phone. It was Samuel.noveldrama
Kyla’s chest tightened as a wave of unease crept over her. She gathered her composure and accepted the call.
“Miss Wade, Mr. Wall requests that you come to Myrtlewood Estate now,” Samuel said, maintaining a formal yet distant demeanor.
Kyla’s hand clenched around her phone. The inevitable was unfolding. She had anticipated that this matter wouldn’t blow over so easily. Facing her mirror, she altered her pristine makeup, intentionally adding redness to her eyes to appear more distressed and pitiful.
Lights blazed across Myrtlewood Estate as Kyla rushed in.
Seated comfortably on a leather sofa, Noah had his legs crossed, a glass of red wine in his grasp. His cold, hard stare created a thick air of tension that Kyla sensed intensely.
Tears swiftly gathered in her eyes as she bit her lower lip.
“Noah…” Her voice shook. “I realize… you think it was me.”
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Before Noah could reply, she hid her face in her hands, her sobs breaking through quietly. “But I swear, I didn’t do it. I didn’t take the pink diamond. I don’t know how it got into my possession…” Tears streamed down her face as she quivered slightly, her appearance one of vulnerability and despair.
Noah observed her quietly, his expression inscrutable, his eyes revealing nothing of his thoughts. He gently placed the wine glass on the table, the faint sound breaking the stillness of the room.
“Kyla,” he said in a calm, measured tone. “There’s nothing I despise more than dishonesty.”
Kyla looked up, her face wet with tears, her eyes filled with hurt. “Noah, how could you think I would lie to you? My love for you is so deep.”
Her hand trembled as she reached out to him, pausing uncertainly in the air. Noah’s eyes shifted to her outstretched fingers, maintaining a stoic facade.
The room felt increasingly oppressive, the air heavy with a mix of perfumes, including Kyla’s distinct scent. Noah found his thoughts in disarray.
Recent events, especially those concerning the pink diamond, forced him to harbor doubts about her. He detested the notion of being misled, yet his reluctance to distrust her gnawed at him even more. He should trust Kyla.
However, the image of Sadie’s delicate, pale face repeatedly intruded on his thoughts, causing a persistent throb in his head.
Eventually, Kyla’s crying began to quiet. Noah approached her, looking down at her. “I hope you’re telling the truth.”
Trying to steady herself, Kyla insisted, “I swear, I really didn’t take that pink diamond!”
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