Between Ruin And Resolve My Ex-Husband's Regret novel Chapter 182

Chapter 182 Irony

At Myrtlewood Estate, Kyla perched on a cream–colored leather sofa, her slender fingers nervously playing with the hem of her plain white dress.

She had hurried here immediately after receiving her dismissal notice and had been waiting ever since.

Footsteps she knew all too well resonated from the doorway, causing her to look up sharply, her eyes filled with tears.

Noah entered, pushing the door open. His black suit contrasted sharply with his stoic, chiseled features, which showed no

emotion.

“Noah…” Kyla’s voice broke as she rose unsteadily, moving towards him.

Vulnerability tinged her natural grace, rendering her appearance rather pitiful. “Tell me, why are you doing this to me?” Ignoring her tearful appeal, Noah headed straight for the bar to pour himself a glass of whiskey.

“I don’t understand what I’ve done to make you despise me so much. I can leave this instant and vanish from your life…” Kyla turned to leave, her heart making silent calculations.

She was sure Noah wouldn’t let her leave.

Yet, Noah didn’t respond and just stood there, merely continuing to sip his whiskey, seemingly oblivious to the drama

unfolding.

Kyla’s lip quivered as she bit it.

She clutched at her chest and suddenly collapsed to the floor in a faint.

When Noah saw this, his expression tightened, a jolt of concern flashing through him.

He rushed over, lifting Kyla carefully and laying her on the sofa. “Kyla! Kyla!”

Tears brimmed in Kyla’s eyes as she slowly opened them. “Noah…” she whispered, her voice faint, barely audible. “My heart… it hurts so much… Remember the time when I saved you? That was when…when I first got hurt…” She spoke with pauses, her voice heavy with sadness.

She was playing her trump card, betting on Noah’s sense of indebtedness from their past.

Observing her frail appearance, Noah let out a sigh. “You don’t have to worry. I’ll be here for you.” He carefully lifted Kyla

in his arms and strode towards the door.

The hospital hallways carried a potent scent of disinfectant.

Approaching a doctor, Noah inquired, “Doctor, how is she?”

Removing his mask, the doctor responded, “She needs to remain under observation. We must wait for her test results to

learn more.”

As Kyla lay on the hospital bed, her complexion washed out, she managed a weak smile. “Noah, could you… get me

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something to eat?”

Noticing the expectation in her eyes, Noah assured her, “Okay. I’ll find you something to eat.”

He then exited, his tall silhouette disappearing down the corridor.

Kyla watched him leave, then slowly sat up, the fragility of before absent. She walked to the doctor’s office and tapped on the door.

“Please, come in.”

Kyla stepped inside, pulling out a thick envelope from her bag and setting it on the doctor’s desk.

“This is just a small token of my gratitude. I’m sure you know how to report on my condition, right?”

The doctor took the envelope discreetly, his face breaking into a smile. “Rest assured, Miss Wade. I’ve got this under control.”

Kyla gave a nod of approval and exited the office.

After she left, a subtle noise came from a hidden door within the room.

Emerging from behind it was Jim, his height and gold–rimmed glasses lending him an authoritative air. His eyes, keen and observant behind the glass, missed nothing.

He had been sorting through documents and had inadvertently caught the exchange between Kyla and the doctor.

Walking up to the doctor with a composed demeanor, Jim said, “I believe I just caught a rather intriguing conversation.”

The doctor’s smile stiffened, and he glanced around anxiously, sweat beginning to bead on his brow.

He attempted to hide the envelope in a drawer, but Jim swiftly intervened, pinning his hand down. “And what might this be?”

Jim held the envelope, noticing its weight and grasping its significance.

The doctor looked uneasy, fumbling for words. “It’s… it’s nothing. Just a small gift…”

“A small gift?” Jim scoffed coldly, tossing the envelope back onto the desk. “A small gift to skew medical opinions? What happened to your professional integrity?”

The doctor felt overwhelmed by Jim’s domineering stance, struggling to find his voice.

He got up hurriedly, trying to move past Jim to escape.

“Stay where you are!” Jim exclaimed, his voice stern and authoritative.

Rooted to the spot, the doctor shuddered, unable to move.

Jim closed in slowly, cornering the doctor until he was backed against the wall with no way out. “What… what do you want from me?”

“What exactly did Kyla request of you?” Jim pressed.

Trying to mask his desperation, the doctor flashed an insincere smile, his eyes scanning for an exit. “It’s merely a small token for my efforts, really. Dr. Archer, you’ve got bigger things to worry about. Why fuss over such trivial matters?”

He tried once again to slip past Jim.