The Love I Begged For Was Never Real novel Chapter 358

He had absolutely no family left in this world.

Julian stood on the opposite side of the bed, his fists clenched so tightly his knuckles were bone-white. Beneath his glasses, his eyes were burning red, and his teeth ground together audibly.

Liam York and the swarm of men in black suits kept their heads bowed in sheer terror, not even daring to breathe too loudly.

Just then, the head of security from The Southview Peninsula Hotel rushed down the corridor alongside a few police officers. In his hands, he held the phone retrieved from the pool of blood—Giselle’s phone.

Under the harsh, fluorescent lights of the hospital hallway, the long text messages sent by Nora were crystal clear for everyone to see.

"Mr. Hayes... someone personally witnessed Nora on the roof. And... the last texts on Giselle's phone were sent by Nora. They were entirely threats about ruining her at the birthday banquet."

Everyone in the corridor saw the screen clearly.

Those vicious, threatening texts, combined with the horrifying image of Nora’s pale face illuminated by flashlights at the edge of the roof.

It was undeniable proof, laid out in black and white.

In their elite circle, who else possessed the motive to corner the Hayes Princess on her birthday and shove her into the abyss, other than Nora, who was driven mad by jealousy and would stop at nothing to secure her position?

In that agonizing moment, every single gaze in the corridor locked onto Nora like poisoned blades.

Gideon turned his head with excruciating slowness.

His handsome face, perpetually cold and commanding, was entirely stripped of any expression.

In his deep, pitch-black eyes, every trace of emotion had been violently sucked out, leaving behind nothing but an abyss of dead silence.

He took a step, walking purposefully toward Nora.

"I just asked her up to the roof to talk in private. I just wanted to settle things! The moment I pushed the door open, she had already fallen! I didn't push her! It really wasn't me!!"

Nora sobbed hysterically, her dry, cracked throat forcing out an out-of-tune, frantic defense.

But in Gideon’s ears, those desperate, pale words were nothing more than the clumsiest, most pathetic excuses of a murderer caught red-handed.

Gideon didn't absorb a single syllable. That final call log forever frozen on [Gideon], and that freezing corpse lying under the white sheet, had violently snapped the last remaining thread of his sanity.

His right hand shot out like a viper, his elegant, powerful fingers locking brutally around Nora’s slender neck.

"Urgh...!!"

Nora’s agonizing cry was instantly strangled in her throat.