Chapter 133

Chapter 133:

The doctor gave her a cursory examination and, seeing no medical reason to keep her, nodded in agreement. The moment the paperwork was signed, Kyla bolted from the hospital, her heart hammering against her ribs as she sped toward Myrtlewood Estate. She had to find Noah.

Bursting through the study door, Kyla froze. Noah sat slumped at his desk, his figure barely recognizable. The sharp, commanding presence of Wall Group CEO was gone. In its place was a man swallowed by grief, his eyes void of light, his face pale and gaunt, with stubble shadowing his jaw. The sight of him—so broken, so hollow—sent a chill down Kyla’s spine.

She stepped forward carefully, her voice soft, almost hesitant. “Noah… are you okay?”

“Pack up your things. I want you out of here as soon as possible.” Noah’s voice was like ice—sharp, cold, and utterly devoid of emotion.

Kyla felt her stomach twist, a wave of dread rising in her chest.

“What… what are you talking about, Noah?” she asked, her tone light, feigning confusion as if she hadn’t heard him clearly.

Noah slowly lifted his head. “Let me be clear—I want you out of my life.” His words were deliberate, each syllable dropping like a hammer. “It’s over between us.” His voice was final, leaving no room for negotiation, no space for hope.

Kyla’s face drained of color. She had anticipated many things, but Noah’s sheer ruthlessness wasn’t one of them.

“Noah, you can’t do this to me! I saved your life, remember? Back then—I risked everything for you.” She clung to the only leverage she had left, but Noah’s expression didn’t waver. If anything, his eyes grew colder, his jaw tightening.

“If it hadn’t been for you, I wouldn’t have been in danger at all.” His voice sharpened with anger as he suddenly stood, towering over her. “If you hadn’t insisted on following me into that dangerous place, I never would’ve crossed paths with those people.” His eyes blazed with disgust and something even deeper—hatred.

Kyla’s body trembled, a slight but undeniable shiver running through her. She hadn’t expected Noah to speak with such cutting finality. “Noah, I…” she began, her voice fragile, but Noah didn’t let her finish.

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“Enough!” he snapped, his voice like a whip cracking through the tension. “I don’t want to hear another word from you.”

Without missing a beat, he barked an order toward the door, his tone ice-cold and authoritative. “Keep searching for Sadie. I want her found—dead or alive.”

Kyla stood frozen, her face drained of color, her entire body trembling. She felt the ground shift beneath her, realizing with a hollow ache that Noah’s disappointment wasn’t fleeting—it was absolute.

But as she quietly observed him, a flicker of realization sparked in her mind. He didn’t know. He hadn’t learned the truth about her from Ryder—not yet.

Still, Kyla knew better than to relax. Ryder was a ticking time bomb. As long as he was alive, he could destroy everything she’d built. Taking a deep, steadying breath, she forced herself to push the fear down.

The priority now was survival.

With Noah’s thoughts fully consumed by Sadie, his guard over Ryder had slipped. This was her chance.

Seizing the opportunity, Kyla sent some people to infiltrate the place where Ryder was being held. The operation was swift, silent—no one noticed his disappearance.

“You…” Ryder’s voice cracked, thick with shock. He instinctively struggled against the ropes binding him, his body tense with confusion and suspicion.

Kyla’s gaze swept over his disheveled, broken figure, a brief flicker of disdain crossing her eyes. “Don’t be afraid,” she said smoothly, her tone gentle but laced with hidden intentions. “I’m here to set you free.”

Ryder clung to a sliver of hope, his eyes lighting up with renewed life. “You mean… you’ll actually let me go?”

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