The Love I Begged For Was Never Real novel Chapter 362

Julian thrust a finger toward the closed emergency room doors, his voice lashing out like a whip.

"You swore up and down that as long as you were around, not a single soul in The Metropolis would dare touch a hair on her head. You guarded against me at every turn, locking Giselle away in your territory."

"And the result? You couldn't even keep a leash on your crazy, jealous wife!"

Julian lunged forward and grabbed Gideon by the lapels of his suit. The veins on Julian's hands bulged, and the madness behind his glasses screamed of a man ready to drag them both into hell.

Tears spilled furiously from Julian's eyes. His voice shattered under the weight of sheer agony, echoing hysterically through the empty corridor.

"You let Nora put on her little act right in front of you. You let her use those cheap texts to lure Giselle to the roof! Now Giselle is dead! She's lying in there as a cold corpse! Are you satisfied?! You kept your precious Mrs. Hayes, but you cost the life of the person I loved most!!"

Every single accusation stabbed into Gideon's violently battered heart like jagged glass.

It was true. Giselle went up to that roof alone because of Nora's text.

He had misplaced his trust in Nora.

He thought that even if Nora had her petty schemes, she would never dare inflict real physical harm on Giselle.

If he hadn't stepped away from her in the banquet hall to confirm the fireworks schedule, if he hadn't allowed this malicious woman to remain under his roof.

Giselle would still be wearing The Radiance, celebrating her birthday surrounded by the elite of the city.

Gideon's eyes were completely bloodshot as he turned and roared hysterically at his own bodyguards guarding the VIP corridor.

"Block Julian's men outside the hospital!! If anyone so much as brushes a finger against Giselle's stretcher, they'll die right here today!!"

The volatile confrontation between the two most powerful men in the city reached a deadly stalemate. The bodyguards instinctively reached for their weapons. A single nod from either boss, and the hospital corridor would erupt into a bloodbath.

Nora huddled in the darkest shadows, watching these two untouchable men—who always looked down on the entire world—screaming at each other, ready to initiate a massacre over Giselle's corpse.

Two colossal forces violently clashed in the cramped space, and absolutely no one spared Nora a single glance, nor did anyone care about her soul-crushing despair.

"Mr. Hayes... Julian... The Metropolis Police Department is here."