The Yakuza Heir and the Silent Girl Who Changed His World novel Chapter 115

Chapter 115

I heard her before I saw her.

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The sound tore through the hospital corridor like something feral, raw, and uncontained, stripping the air of its sterility and replacing it with terror so thick it felt physical. It was not merely screaming. It was a panic given voice, pain clawing its way out of a body that no longer trusted the world.

“Don’t touch me-no-please-no-”

Her voice cracked mid-syllable, fractured and hoarse, as though every sound scraped against wounds that had not yet healed. The words did not form coherent sentences, only fragments of fear stitched together by desperation.

My steps slowed without my permission.

For the first time since this nightmare began, something inside my chest hesitated.

I reached the door just as two nurses stumbled backward, their faces pale, their hands raised defensively. Inside the room, chaos ruled. Medical instruments lay displaced. The sheets were twisted and half torn from the bed.

And Naomi-

She was curled inward on herself, knees drawn tight to her chest, arms wrapped around her body as though she were trying to disappear into her own skin. Her hair clung damply to her face, and her eyes-God-her eyes were wild with terror, darting to every movement, every sound, every shadow.

Then she saw me.

The instant our gazes met, something in her expression shattered.

“No-no-please-don’t-” Her voice rose sharply, breaking into sobs. “I’m sorry-please-I’ll leave-I won’t -don’t look at me-”

She tried to scramble backward, her body moving faster than her strength allowed, limbs tangling with sheets and wires as though the bed itself had become a trap. Her hands shook violently as she shielded her face, not from my touch, but from my gaze.

The realization struck like a blade to the sternum.

She thought I hated her.

She thought I had come to reject her.

She thought she was dirty.

The world tilted.

I took a step forward without thinking, instinct screaming at me to reach her, to hold her, to anchor her back

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into reality, but the effect was immediate and devastating.

Her scream sharpened.

“No-don’t-please-don’t touch me-I’m dirty-I know-I know-I’m sorry-”

The word repeated, again and again, until it lost meaning and became only sound.

My name tore from her throat like a wound reopening.

“Tadashi-please-please-”

Her body shook so violently that the bed rattled beneath her.

I froze.

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Every lesson of power, every instinct of control, every strategy I had mastered in my life failed me in that moment. I could dismantle empires without hesitation, but I could not take another step toward her without breaking her completely.

This was my fault.

Not the men who touched her.

Not the traitors who sold her.

Me.

I had left her.

I had forgotten her.

I had allowed the world to believe she was unprotected.

And now she stood before me believing that the man she loved saw her as ruined.

My hands curled into fists at my sides, nails biting into skin, as rage and guilt collided violently inside my chest.

Before I could speak, Yukito moved.

He did not rush her. He did not raise his voice. He stepped into her line of sight slowly, deliberately, lowering himself until he was no taller than her when he knelt beside the bed.

“Naomi,” he said quietly, firmly, his voice steady like a rope thrown across a chasm. “It is me. You are safe.”

Her eyes flickered to him, recognition warring with fear.

“No-no-don’t-he-he hates me-” she sobbed, her words dissolving into gasps.

Yukito shook his head gently. “No. You are wrong. Look at me.”

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She did not at first.

He waited.

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“You are here,” he continued, calm unwavering. “No one is touching you. No one is hurting you. You are safe.”

Her breathing stuttered, sharp and uneven.

“He saw me,” she whispered brokenly. “He hates me-he must-please-don’t let him look at me-”

The lie she had carved into herself burned through me like acid.

I took another step forward, unable to stop myself.

“Naomi,” I said, my voice low, fractured despite every effort to control it. “Look at me.”

The effect was immediate.

Her body went rigid.

Her scream tore through the room again, louder than before, pure panic ripping free.

“No-no-no-don’t-please-”

She tried to climb off the bed, her movements frantic, dangerous, her strength fueled entirely by terror. A nurse moved forward instinctively, but Yukito raised his hand sharply.

“Do not touch her,” he ordered.

The doctor stepped in then, urgency overtaking caution.

“She is going to hurt herself,” he said quickly. “We need to sedate her.”

The syringe appeared in his hand.

Naomi noticed it and cried out, thrashing harder, her voice breaking completely.

Yukito did not hesitate.

He wrapped his arms around her gently but firmly, his body shielding her from the needle, his grip steady and protective.

“Naomi,” he murmured close to her car, “listen to me. I will not let anything happen to you. I promise.”

Her resistance weakened, sobs wracking her body.

The doctor moved swiftly.

The injection was administered.

Her movements slowed almost immediately.

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Her cries faded into whimpers, then into broken, exhausted breaths.

Her body sagged forward.

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Yukito caught her effortlessly as she collapsed, cradling her against his chest as though she weighed nothing at

all.

Her eyes fluttered once, unfocused.

“Tadashi…” she whispered faintly.

Then she went limp in his arms.

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