Please Come Back, My Love novel Chapter 298

Chapter 298

forced myself to look confired rather than terrified Nancy, this is paranoia. For ou your side here

Are you? Her voice dropped to a whisper. Because tight now, I’m not so sure

Tve done everything you asked

“Give me the fucking phone, Ethan!” she screamed suddenly, her composure cracking.

I took a step back, my hands raised. “Okay, okay. But Nancy, you’re being unreasonable

The phone!

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I reluctantly reached into my pocket, moving slowly, trying to buy time. But Nancy was beyond patience now. She lunged forward, and in the struggle, managed to grab the device from my hands.

“There,” she panted, stepping back with the phone clutched in her fist. “That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

My heart was pounding as I watched her examine the device. She checked the recent call logs first, then started looking through my apps.

WhatsApp was used recently,” she said, her voice dangerously quiet. “Very recently. After our little bathroom break.”

“Nancy, I don’t know what you’re talking about-*

“The timestamp shows activity just minutes ago. Her eyes snapped up to mine. “Want to explain that?”

“Maybe it auto–updated or something-

“Bullshit.” She was scrolling through the app now. “And look at this–deleted messages. Recent deletions.”

My blood turned to ice. Even though I’d deleted the conversation, the app still showed that messages had been recently deleted.

“You sent someone a message,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “While you were in that bathroom. You warned someone.”

“Nancy, you’re being paranoid-

Just then, my phone buzzed in her hands. A notification appeared on the lock screen, and I watched Nancy’s face change as she read it:

Julian Sterling – WhatsApp

I put a tracker in Lila’s backpack. I’m already nearby.

Chapter 298

For a moment, the room was dead silent except for Elena’s ragged breathing and the distant sound of wind through the broken shutters.

He’s… he’s already nearby? Nancy’s voice was barely a whisper, her hands starting to shake. “A tracker? You knew about this!

“Nancy, listen to me-

“NO! She spun toward me, knife raised, her carefully maintained composure finally cracking. “You played me! This whole time, you were playing me!”

“You were setting me up!” Her voice rose to a shriek. “This was all a trap!”

As if summoned by her words, the sound of heavy footsteps echoed from the stairwell, sharp and unmistakable in the evening air.

Multiple sets, moving fast and purposeful.

Then, from somewhere below us, came the sharp crack of gunfire. Shouts. The sound of tactical teams engaging.

Nancy’s breathing became rapid and shallow, her eyes darting between me, Elena, and the door. “No, no, no… this wasn’t supposed to

happen like this.”

“Nancy, it’s over,” I said quietly, trying to keep my voice calm. “Put down the knife. Don’t make this worse.”

But she was beyond reasoning now. She lunged at me with the knife, and I barely managed to throw up my arms before the blade slashed across my forearm. Pain shot through me as blood began to seep through my shirt.

“You BETRAYED me!” Nancy screamed, her knee driving into my stomach with vicious precision.

The air rushed out of my lungs in a painful whoosh. I doubled over, gasping, and Nancy pressed the knife against my neck, the cold metal

biting into my skin.

“You think Julian can save them?” she hissed, her face inches from mine, spittle flying. “I’ll kill them both before he even reaches this

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