Chapter 132

Chapter 132:

Noah’s patience snapped. He drove his foot into Ryder’s chest with brutal force, the thud of impact echoing off the walls.

“Answer me!”

Ryder doubled over, groaning in pain, coughing up more blood as his face drained of what little color it had left.

“I’d rather die than tell you,” he hissed, his voice raw. His gaze bored into Noah’s, filled with a dark, unrelenting hatred.

“You’ll never be loved,” Ryder spat, his words like poison-tipped daggers. “Just like me.”

The curse lodged itself deep in Noah’s chest, an unexpected thorn that pricked something raw and unspoken within him. He frowned, a wave of irritation and something darker rising beneath his composed exterior.

“What grudge do you have against me?” Noah demanded, his voice a low growl.

Ryder’s lips curled into a bitter sneer. He spat out two words, each syllable dripping with hatred. “Johnson Group.”

Noah’s eyes narrowed.

“Years ago,” Ryder continued, his voice seething with resentment, “Johnson Group got caught in a corporate war.”

“It went bankrupt.” Ryder’s voice was ragged, each word forced through clenched teeth, saturated with pure, unfiltered hatred. “My parents couldn’t handle the pressure. They jumped to their deaths. All of this—every bit of it—is thanks to you, Noah Wall.”

Ryder had hidden his true identity, letting his anger fester like an open wound. And now, his moment had come.

“And as for your wife… I already killed her.” His laugh was guttural, like something torn from the depths of hell.

“Serves you right!” he spat, his voice dripping with venom, each word laced with a satisfaction that cut deeper than any blade.

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Noah felt as though the ground had been ripped out from beneath him. Ryder’s words slammed into him like a thunderclap, reverberating in his skull.

His pupils shrank sharply, and a wave of icy fear surged through his chest, suffocating and relentless.

Without thinking, Noah lunged forward, seizing Ryder by the collar. His grip tightened with brutal force, his knuckles whitening as if he could crush Ryder’s bones through sheer rage.

“What did you just say?” Noah’s voice trembled, a mixture of disbelief and fury. “Sadie… is she… really gone?” His voice was barely a whisper, each word feeling like shards of glass in his throat, slicing deeper with every syllable.

Ryder let out a wild, guttural laugh, the sound echoing like a twisted melody in the air. His eyes gleamed with wicked satisfaction, as he savored Noah’s agony as if it were a prize he’d long waited to claim. That laughter shattered whatever fragile thread of control Noah had left.

Without thinking, Noah’s fist lashed out, slamming into Ryder’s face with bone-cracking force.

The sickening crack of the punch was followed by a low groan as Ryder crumpled to the floor, unconscious.

Noah’s hand trembled as he let go. His knees buckled beneath him, and he sank to the cold floor. His eyes stared into nothing, hollow and glassy, as though the soul had been ripped from his body, leaving behind only an empty shell.

At the same time, Kyla’s days in the hospital ward stretched into a slow, torturous blur. She wore the mask of a fragile patient, but beneath the surface, anxiety gnawed at her like a relentless parasite. The fear that Ryder might be caught—that he’d expose everything—hung over her like a noose tightening around her neck. It was suffocating. Finally, she couldn’t take it anymore.

“Doctor,” she said, her voice heavy with exhaustion, “I need to be discharged.”

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