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Chapter 169 Moore’s Malice
A chill ran down my spine at the thought. I could not stay on the phone any longer. I hung
up without another word..
Mr. Zachary noticed my distress and could not help but ask, “Is everything alright,
Madam?” I shook my head, doubting my own worries, and told him, “It’s nothing. Could
you let Grandma and Idris know I’ve got an emergency at home and have to dash?”
With that, I hit the down button on the elevator. Mr. Zachary looked like he wanted to say
more, seeing how rushed I was, but he bit back his questions.
I bolted from the hospital and made a beeline for Azure Bay. Along the way, I tried calling
Maxwell, but it seemed he was tied up with something, as the call went unanswered.
With no other choice, I rang my mom and told her to secure the house, lock all the doors
and windows, and ignore any strangers at the door.
She was puzzled but promised to follow my instructions. However, when I got to the
Scotts‘ place, the yard gate was wide open, and so was the front door.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtMy heart skipped a beat, and I sprinted inside, calling out, “Mom!” The Scotts‘ living room
was deserted, and my calls echoed unanswered. A sinking feeling told me something was
terribly wrong, so I fumbled for my phone to call the cops.
Just as I pulled it out, a hand clamped over my mouth and nose from behind. A sharp
scent filled my senses, and I instantly knew it was some kind of knockout gas. I tried
holding my breath, but it was no use. Seconds later, everything went black.
When I came to, I was staring at a scene of destruction: crumbling walls, rusty machines
coated in dust, and broken glass littering the ground. It was obvious I was in some kind of
deserted factory.
My l*ps were sealed shut with duct tape, and I tried to scream for help but only managed
a few muffled cries before realizing it was useless. I stopped trying.
My hands were tied behind me to some rusty old machinery, leaving me completely stuck.
I struggled a few times but quickly ran out of energy. The place was eerily silent, like I was
the only person in the world. The sky was getting darker by the minute, and a chilly breeze
whistled through the shattered windows, sending shivers down my spine.
I had no idea how much time had passed when I finally heard footsteps outside.
The door creaked open, and in stepped a pair of boots caked with mud, followed by Noah’s
face,
which looked a bit more worn than I remembered.
Seeing him did not surprise me; if anything, my heart felt heavier.
He noticed I was awake and sauntered over with his hands in his pockets, giving me a
once–over with a creepy grin. He yanked the tape off my mouth and said, “You know, I
never realized before how…
interesting you look.”
I stared back at him, my face a mask of cool indifference. “You’re not doing your son any
favors by doing this, you know. Aren’t you worried he’ll come into this world missing a few
pieces?”
That earned me a sharp slap across the face.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmMy mouth filled with the metallic taste of blood. I prodded my swollen cheek with my
tongue and looked up at him, a mocking smile on my l*ps. “Touched a nerve, huh? I
thought a thug like you wouldn’t care about anything. But I guess even you have a soft
spot for your unborn kid.”
Noah’s face darkened, and he glared at me, his fingers digging into my cheek. “Watch
your mouth about my son,” he hissed, “or you won’t live to see another sunrise.”
I could not help but laugh, shrugging off his grip. “Oh, so if I stop bad–mouthing your son,
you’ll let me live to see the sunrise? How generous of you.”
He burst into a wild, reckless laugh. “You’ve got more brains than your sister. I never
intended for you to see another sunrise. It’s a shame, really, but you left me no choice–
you got in my way, and for that, you must die…” His hand shot to my throat, squeezing
hard, and I was suddenly gasping for air. My b*dy felt like a balloon pumped too full, my
face flushed crimson and my eyes ablaze with desperation.
“Hold on, hubby.” Moore burst in, addressing Noah.
Noah shot her a look, his expression stormy and dangerous. “What is it?”
Moore’s eyes flickered with spite as she glanced at me, teetering on the edge of death.
“Just letting her die is too kind. Maybe we should…”
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