Between Ruin And Resolve My Ex-Husband's Regret novel Chapter 28

Chapter 28 Begging For

Mercy

“Mr. Crawford, were those your words?” Sadie pressed, her voice dripping with sarcasm, which visibly darkened Platt’s expression.

His lips quivered as he struggled with the weight of her words. After a painful pause, he managed a reply, his voice barely above a whisper. “Miss Hudson, I messed up–please, give me this one chance to make it right.”

Kyla, who had never imagined she’d witness Sadie–the typically reserved woman— confronting someone, felt a sudden urge to defend Platt.

She almost rose to speak on his behalf, but Noah’s frosty stare rooted her to the spot.

“Mr. Crawford, since you hold such contempt for Wall Group, I believe it’s best we sever our ties now.” Noah’s tone was as cold as the arctic, leaving no room for Platt to argue.

Overwhelmed by the gravity of the situation, Platt collapsed to the floor, his face the picture of despair.

Despite all efforts, his company never rose beyond mediocrity.

A massive conglomerate like Wall Group, built on generations of success, .could bankrupt his company without even breaking a sweat.

In a last–ditch effort to salvage the situation, Platt grabbed a bottle of wine and declared, “Mr. Wall, I’ll drink!” He then took a desperate gulp, hoping against hope to mend the irreparable rift.

The fiery liquid scorched its way down his throat, causing his eyes to water, yet Platt persisted, knowing this momentary agony was trivial compared to the devastation of bankruptcy.

One bottle, two bottles, three bottles…

No one dared to make a sound, their eyes fixed on Platt as he drowned himself in liquor, each bottle tipping back like the final act of a doomed man.

Platt’s torment dragged on, bottle after bottle, until the fifth sealed his fate. His body failed, his world spun, and in the next second, he was nothing but dead weight on the cold floor.

Noah, his face twisted in a grimace of revulsion, turned to Samuel with icy detachment. “I’ll leave the rest to you,” he commanded with a voice that brooked no argument.

“Absolutely, Mr. Wall,” Samuel responded with a deferential nod.

Disregarding the shocked faces around him, Noah snatched up his coat and strode out, Sadie in tow.

The chill of the night air greeted them, cutting through the stench of alcohol that clung to their clothes. It was a welcome, cleansing breeze that seemed to clear Sadie’s senses slightly.

She vigorously shook her head, as if trying to shake off the lingering haze of alcohol.

She needed to get away, to find solace in the quiet of her own space. She walked straight to the roadside, intending to hail a taxi home.

There was something unsettling about the way Sadie ignored him, leaving Noah with a vague but persistent discomfort he couldn’t put into words. He approached her and grasped her hand, his voice tinged with irritation. “After everything I did for you tonight, Sadie, do I not even get a word?”

Sadie turned to face him, her eyes wide with a mix of surprise and indifference. “Oh, thank you,” she murmured, her tone flat.

“That’s it?” Noah chuckled dryly, his frustration bubbling to the surface. “Just a ‘thank you‘?”

“What more do you expect?” Sadie retorted, her confusion evident. “What else should I say?”