Between Ruin And Resolve My Ex-Husband's Regret novel Chapter 290

Chapter 290 I’ll Kill You Myself

Noah strode out of the estate, Kyla cradled in his arms. His grip was firm, unyielding, his pace relentless.

Against his chest, Kyla rested limply, her pale cheek brushing against the fabric of his shirt. But hidden beneath her fragile exterior was the faintest hint of a smirk–subtle, victorious.

The night beyond the estate was thick with shadows, swallowing the dim glow of the streetlamps.

A sleek black sedan waited by the curb, its presence eerily silent. As the driver stepped out, he wasted no time, pulling the rear door open with a respectful nod.

Noah didn’t hesitate. With little care, he tossed Kyla inside.

She tumbled onto the plush leather seat, a sharp gasp escaping her lips.

The sting of impact barely registered before the door slammed shut with a brutal finality.

Kyla’s breath hitched.

Noah wasn’t getting in?

Uncertainty flickered in her eyes. Her fingers trembled as she reached for the window, rolling it down just enough to peer out. Swallowing her unease, she softened her voice, lacing it with feigned weakness. “Noah… my chest is hurting. Please, come with me to the hospital.”

Noah stood still, his gaze locked onto hers. The warmth she sought in his eyes was absent–replaced instead by something far colder.

Without a word, he leaned in, his movements slow, deliberate. Then, in one swift motion, his hand shot through the open window, fingers tightening around her slender throat.

Kyla’s eyes widened in sheer terror as a crushing pressure seized her windpipe. Panic surged through her veins.

She clawed at Noah’s wrist, struggling, gasping, thrashing–futile. He didn’t so much as flinch.

“Listen to me carefully.” His voice was empty. Hollow. Devoid of anything human. “If I find out you had anything to do with what happened to Sadie’s grandmother…”

Then, in a voice as cold as death itself, he murmured, “I’ll kill you myself.”

Kyla’s entire body went rigid.

The look in Noah’s eyes–it was unlike anything she’d ever seen before.

Raw, unfiltered, murderous intent. A silent promise of something far worse than pain.

Just as suddenly as he had grabbed her, Noah released his grip. Kyla collapsed against the seat, gulping in air, her body

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trembling violently. Straightening up, Noah turned to the driver. “Take her to the hospital.”

The driver obeyed instantly, starting the car and pulling away without hesitation.

Kyla shivered, her arms wrapping around herself.

She could still feel the ghost of Noah’s fingers around her throat. And the way he had looked at her… It was a look that

would haunt her forever.

Back inside the estate, the living room was a wreck–furniture overturned, shards of glass glinting under the dim light.

Isabel

On the sofa, Sadie lay unconscious, her face ghastly pale. Nearby, Isabel sat slumped, her complexion no better, her entire

body trembling.

Then, the moment Noah stepped inside, Isabel snapped out of her stupor. She lunged toward him, gripping onto his arm

with desperate, shaking hands. “Noah, please… I didn’t do anything.” Isabel’s voice wavered, panic seeping into every

syllable. “When I left, her grandmother was fine. I didn’t say anything cruel–I swear. I was only looking for Sadie, but she

wasn’t there, so I left. That’s all! You have to believe me!”

Her words tumbled out in a desperate rush, her wide eyes searching Noah’s face for any sign of belief.

Noah didn’t so much as blink.

He walked past her without a word, his focus solely on Sadie. Bending down, he gathered her into his arms, lifting her as if

she weighed nothing at all.

His jaw clenched as he looked down at her, unreadable emotions flickering across his face before vanishing behind his usual composure.

Then, he lifted his gaze to Isabel, his voice cutting through the silence like a blade. “No one touches Sadie.”

Isabel felt the blood drain from her face. There was something chilling in the way he said it.

“Samuel.” The door creaked open, and Samuel stepped inside, his posture crisp, awaiting instruction. Noah didn’t take his eyes off Isabel as he spoke. “Take my mother to the estate on the outskirts. She does not return unless I say so.”

Samuel gave a small bow. “Understood, Mr. Wall.” Turning to Isabel, he extended an arm toward the door, his voice respectful but firm. “Mrs. Wall, if you’ll come with me.”

Isabel’s lips parted as if to protest, but one look at Noah’s expression told her there was no use. He wasn’t negotiating. Swallowing hard, she bit back her words and nodded stiffly, turning on her heel and following Samuel out without another sound.

Noah exhaled slowly, then carried Sadie outside, his movements steady, deliberate. The Maybach was already waiting. He opened the door and placed her carefully in the back seat.

Sliding in beside her, he shut the door, his voice calm but firm. “Drive. Take us to the hospital.”

The car eased onto the road, slipping into the quiet night.

Noah held Sadie’s hand, his fingers tightening instinctively around hers. She was cold. Too cold.

Without thinking, he pressed her hand against his chest, hoping to transfer some of his body heat to her.

Then, suddenly, a sharp vibration cut through the silence.

Noah pulled a phone from Sadie’s pocket and glanced at the screen. An unfamiliar number.

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He hesitated for a fraction of a second before answering.

A woman’s voice, hurried, came through the line. “Sadie? It’s Nanette. I’ve got Averi. I’m taking him to the location you sent–Myrtlewood Estate. Don’t worry. Everything’s fine.”