Chapter 370

Chapter 370 Is Joseph Bothering You Again?

Chloe followed Joseph out of the station. But before they even, Icarus‘ call came in.

Joseph calmly crossed his arms and said, “Answer it.”

Chloe whispered, “I don’t want to answer.”

“I’ll answer it for you then.” He snatched the phone and answered while pressing the speakerphone

button.

“What’s wrong, Chloe? Why did you suddenly break up with me? Is Joseph bothering you again?!”

Chloe was afraid that Joseph would get angry. She tiptoed and held onto his strong and powerful arm

as she hurriedly replied into the phone, “It has nothing to do with him. It was my own decision. That

day, it wasn’t a tanker truck in the accident, and you didn’t risk any lasting damage to save me. I

despise deception. Don’t contact me anymore.” She pressed the end call button and snatched back the

phone.

The entire sequence of actions flowed smoothly.

Joseph smiled ambiguously. “Lying without flinching, as always.‘

Chloe did not want to argue with him and wisely changed the topic. “How does Samuel plan to handle

the situation with the victim’s family?”

“Standard procedure.”

Chloe frowned. “But they’re not willing to settle…”

“If he lacks the ability to negotiate, then he shouldn’t be in this line. Being a lawyer requires

professionalism and eloquence.”

“I can ask him to offer them more compensation. I have money.” Chloe offered, realizing that providing

additional monetary assistance was the only contribution she could make at the moment. For other

matters, she was willing to go to great lengths if necessary.

Joseph glanced at her but did not offer a response.

Along the way,

Chloe noticed that they were heading toward the Whitman family home. She focused her gaze and

inquired, “Are we going to see Grandpa for the note now?”

Joseph responded matter–of–factly, “Why not?”

“Okay.”

She wanted to assess Grandfather’s stance before delving into the matter. It puzzled her why the

suicide note left by Joseph’s father, meant for his son, was being withheld from him.

In a private hospital in Docwood, Noah looked at the just–awakened Eustace. He casually poured

himself a cup of chamomile tea and asked, “What’s your relationship with Xavia?”

Eustace, the person he had unexpectedly saved, had been involved in an assassination attempt.

Despite sustaining multiple gunshot wounds, none of them had hit any vital organs, allowing him to

cling to life.

The reason Noah decided to save Eustace was simple. He had found numerous photos of Xavia on

Eustace’s phone, all taken at close range, some of which were rather revealing. The timestamps on the

images indicated that they were taken relatively recently. However, according to Noah’s knowledge,

Xavia had recently become pregnant with Joseph’s child. The timelines simply did not match up.

Eustace gritted his teeth and remained tight–lipped.

Observing his reaction, Noah suddenly erupted into laughter, revealing pointy canine teeth, which

appeared adorable yet innocent. He carefully set the teacup aside and took deliberate steps toward

Eustace’s bedside, coming to a halt beside him.

Eustace glanced up at the young man, who bore a resemblance to a university student, with a

perplexed expression, unsure of his intentions.

Noah abruptly seized a handful of Eustace’s hair and forcefully yanked him downward. Eustace was

taken aback by the sudden brutality hidden beneath Noah’s gentle and seemingly docile demeanor.

Caught off guard, he was unable to react in time and found himself being forcefully dragged from the

bed to the nearby bathroom.

During the process, all of Eustace’s wounds were torn open, and his hospital gown became soaked

with blood. His scalp was almost ripped off his head.

Noah did not give him a chance to respond, pressing his head down firmly into the filled bathtub.

Eustace struggled desperately, but Noah showed no concern, allowing the water to splash onto his

face. With innocent eyes, he serenely observed as the person in the water weakened and struggled

until bubbles emerged on the surface.

Just as Eustace was on the brink of drowning, Noah pulled him out, gazing at the person slumped on

the floor. He tilted his head slightly and casually stated, “I saved your life, so your life now belongs to

me. When I ask you something, you answer. Understand?”

“Ack, ack, ack!” Eustace coughed up water, his horrified gaze fixed on Noah. “I understand, I

understand…”

“Excellent. Now let me ask you again. What’s your relationship with Xavia?”

Eustace hesitated for a moment, his desire to survive overpowering everything. With

earnestness, he replied, “I’m her boyfriend.“