The Love I Begged For Was Never Real novel Chapter 373

The bodyguard opened the car door and signaled Nora to get out.

The atmosphere in The Hayes Manor was terrifyingly gloomy.

The expensive landscape trees in the courtyard were all wrapped in glaring white floral tributes.

The servants passing by had all changed into pure black mourning clothes. Everyone kept their heads down, walking exceptionally lightly, not even daring to breathe too loudly.

The massive estate was dead silent. Only the rustling of the wind blowing through the ancient trees could be heard, as if the entire manor was mourning for the unexpectedly deceased heiress.

Nora dragged her heavy legs, following behind the bodyguard, stepping up the main staircase to the second floor step by step.

The door to the main study at the end of the second-floor corridor was wide open.

The bodyguard stopped at the door, turned sideways, and made a gesture of invitation.

Nora took a deep breath and stepped into the spacious study.

Only a dimly lit floor lamp was on in the room.

Nora stopped, instantly spotting the man sitting behind the desk.

It was Gideon.

In just a few days, this man who had once ruled the business circles of The Metropolis had completely changed his appearance.

The pure black shirt he wore was covered in deep and shallow wrinkles, his collar unbuttoned, exuding an aura of decadent, deathly stillness.

His previously stunningly handsome face was now terrifyingly haggard. His jaw was covered with dark stubble, his eye sockets deeply sunken, and his eyes filled with horrifying blood vessels.

Gideon was like a walking corpse that had lost its soul, leaning stiffly in the large leather chair.

He tightly gripped a walnut photo frame in his hand, seemingly immersed in a void isolated from the rest of the world, not reacting at all to the sound of Nora's footsteps entering the room.

Nora's gaze fell on the photo frame.

She recognized that photo.

Nora stood a few steps away from the desk, looking at Gideon's ruined and pained state, a dense sting radiating from the depths of her heart.

She took two steps forward, closing the distance between them.

"Gideon."

Nora's voice carried the hoarseness of days without rest.

"You found out the truth, didn't you?"

"The police let me go. You found that man in black on the rooftop, you checked all the surveillance footage. You know I'm innocent, right!"

She didn't kill anyone. She had never hurt Giselle.

Gideon's gaze finally shifted away from the photo frame.

He slowly looked up, his lifeless eyes staring straight into Nora's gaze.