Chapter 296

Chapter 296:

Sensing the shift in her son’s demeanor, Isabel clutched his arm. “Noah, Sadie and Nigel were in the memorial hall for quite some time. Could it be… was it about the shares transfer?”

Noah wrenched free from her grasp, his gaze turning icily sharp. “My business is none of your concern. And don’t forget—she’s still my wife.” With that, he strode toward the door.

Each step was heavy with intent. Kyla blinked in surprise, watching him brush past her without so much as a glance.

Panic flashed across her face, and she hurried after him. “Noah! Wait for me!”

But he didn’t pause, not even acknowledging her voice.

Kyla came to an abrupt halt, frustration twisting her features as she stomped her foot on the floor.

The night breeze carried a quiet chill.

Sadie stepped past the towering gates of Wall Manor. She reached for her phone, intending to call a cab—only to realize the futility of it.

The Wall Manor was isolated, surrounded by endless stretches of private roads and towering trees. Walking out on foot would be an ordeal.

She stood there, unsure of what to do, when the sound of measured footsteps echoed behind her.

She stilled. She didn’t need to turn around to know who it was.

“What did you mean just now, Sadie?” Noah’s voice was low, taut with barely restrained anger.

Sadie turned, meeting his gaze with cool indifference.

“Exactly what I said. Or are you struggling with basic comprehension, Mr. Wall?”

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Noah’s jaw tensed. “You’d better be very clear about what you’re implying.”

Sadie let out a short, humorless laugh, her expression turning icier. “Oh, I’m crystal clear, unlike some people, who prefer to live in delusion.”

Her words sliced through the space between them, sharp and unyielding.

“You’ve already helped Kyla secure the deal with Shaw Group. What else do you want?”

Noah’s expression darkened, his jaw tightening. Before Sadie could step away, he seized her wrist in one swift motion.

She inhaled sharply, a flicker of pain flashing across her face, but she refused to lower her gaze.

“What’s wrong, Mr. Wall?” she said, her voice laced with mockery. “Did I strike a nerve? You’ll do anything for Kyla, no matter who gets hurt. Tell me—what part of that isn’t true?”

Noah’s fingers unconsciously tightened around her wrist. His eyes locked onto hers, turbulent and unreadable. He wanted to deny it, but nothing came out.

Sadie struggled, her frustration mounting.

“Let go of me!” she snapped, her voice trembling with anger.

Noah didn’t respond. Instead, he pulled her toward the sleek black Maybach parked by the curb.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Sadie’s voice sharpened, a flash of unease flickering in her eyes.

Still silent, Noah yanked open the car door and pushed her inside before climbing in after her.

“Drive,” he ordered, his voice cold.

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