The Love I Begged For Was Never Real novel Chapter 113

That suicidal idiot, Seraphina!

He calculated everything, but never factored in that the fool would immediately call Giselle the moment she was thrown out.

He truly had crushed Seraphina tonight because she insulted Nora. He wanted to defend his wife's honor and make an example of her to shut up the gossiping socialites.

But he absolutely never intended for this to reach Giselle's ears.

Gideon's temples throbbed violently. He closed his eyes, the image of Giselle's tear-stained, fragile face flashing through his mind.

Her health was poor to begin with, and she had lacked a sense of security since childhood. She was highly sensitive, terrified of being abandoned and horrified of dragging others down because of her.

How dare Seraphina run her mouth to Giselle? How dare she push her own filthy schemes onto Giselle's head and provoke such a breakdown?

To him, Seraphina was less than nothing, and he didn't care if the Sterling family lived or died. But if Giselle was throwing a fit and threatening suicide over it, then this had escalated into a total disaster.

His ruthless takedown of the Sterling family tonight was meant to back Nora, but also because that brainless woman had dared to drag Giselle's name through the mud in front of everyone.

Seraphina kept screaming that she was seeking justice for Giselle. If he hadn't severed the source right then and there, the headlines in the city's business circles tomorrow would have aimed straight at Giselle, claiming she ordered her best friend to insult Gideon's wife behind his back.

"Find out which blind security guard let Seraphina use a phone."

Gideon sat in the backseat, his face as dark as stagnant water, the last shreds of his rationality evaporating.

"Suppress the news. Don't let tonight's events spread. Especially the garbage Seraphina was spouting—not a single word gets out."

Nora had finished her shower and changed into a soft set of cotton pajamas. She stood in front of the bathroom mirror, gently drying her wet hair with a towel.

She thought back to the look on Gideon's face when he left, mentioning the company emergency, and mentally calculated whether she should have the kitchen prepare a light, stomach-soothing breakfast for him tomorrow.

She looked up, her gaze landing on her neck in the mirror.

The burn on her neck was mostly healed, leaving only faint marks. Her complexion looked much better than a few days ago, and there was even a rare trace of relaxation in her eyes.

She replayed the scenes from the gala a few hours ago.

Seraphina's venomous insults still echoed in her ears. Yet, at her most helpless and humiliating moment, Gideon had shown up.