Chapter 830

Chapter 830:

“Kyla was your beloved. Don’t you remember?”

The question sliced through the air like a dagger.

Noah’s brow furrowed, his jaw tightening.

No way.

The name, Kyla, gnawed at him—like a splinter under the skin.

Beloved? That couldn’t be right.

But then… could she be connected to the rift between him and Sadie six years ago?

The file Jack unearthed, the whispers of a broken marriage—could Kyla have been the reason?

Across the glass, Vivi watched him like a hawk. She saw the tension in his posture, the flicker of confusion in his eyes.

That was when she saw it—the emptiness in his eyes.

Noah had no recollection.

He didn’t know who Kyla was and seemed to detest her name.

This could change everything.

Noah inhaled slowly, pushing past the rising irritation. His voice was low, cold, steady.

“What about Sadie?”

At that name, something dark rippled across Vivi’s expression.

Her lips twitched in disgust.

“Sadie?” she repeated with a sneer. “She’s nothing more than a shameless intruder. Everything fell apart because of her. If it weren’t for—”

She stopped herself mid-sentence.

Then, her demeanor shifted. She lifted her chin, a glint of mischief and calculation flickering in her eyes.

“You want the truth, don’t you? You want to know what happened three years ago. And before that. I can tell you everything. But I want something in return.”

She licked her dry lips, eyes gleaming with hope.

“Get me out of this hellhole first!” Vivi’s voice cracked with urgency. “Let me out, and I swear—I’ll tell you everything. Every detail, word for word. What do you say?”

Noah didn’t answer at once. He simply stared at her, a glint of cold amusement flickering in his eyes.

How pathetic.

A convicted criminal, in a prison jumpsuit, trying to negotiate with him?

Noah had faced people far more dangerous than Vivi, and not once had he bowed to threats—or bargains made in desperation.

He stood without a word, not even sparing Vivi a final glance, and turned for the door.

Panic surged through Vivi like ice water. Her pulse spiked.

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