The Sway and Slide of Love

Chapter 391

Noelle was startled by the touch-Hendrix's hand was ice-cold.

If he weren't still sitting beside her, she might have thought he had stopped breathing. Perhaps it was because her own body temperature was too high, but at that moment, Hendrix froze.

Then, slowly, he turned his head to look at her.

"You should head back first. I can stay here," Noelle said.

"No-" Hendrix had intended to refuse, but just as the words reached his lips, something seemed to cross

his

mind.

He smiled wryly and said, "You're right. If she wakes up and sees me, she probably wouldn't be too happy. Maybe she'd even want to die all over again."

Noelle fell silent.

But Hendrix quickly made a decision. "Come back with me. You need rest, too.

"It's fine. I can rest here. Besides, if we leave only the caregiver behind to take care of her, you won't be able to relax anyway."

As soon as Noelle finished speaking, Hendrix fell silent.

She smiled at him. "Go on. If anything happens, I'll call you!"

In the end, Hendrix got to his feet. His body felt stiff, his mind a blank daze.

But Noelle's words seemed to switch something inside him like a machine responding to a command, he stood and walked out without another word.

As he stepped out of the hospital, the cold night air hit him head-on. It was only then that he suddenly remembered something.

Without hesitation, he got into his car and drove straight back to Freeman Manor.

The house had been in chaos earlier that night, but now, everything was pristine, meticulously restored to order.

Ophelia and the household staff had all retired for the night Everything was so quiet, as if nothing had ever happened.

For the first time, Hendrix felt a deep fear toward this house. It was as if, in its eyes, nothing and no one truly mattered.

Even though someone had nearly died here tonight, the house remained tranquil, as though what happened before was just a fleeting illusion.

His footsteps faltered.

After a brief pause, he continued forward.

Ophelia was already asleep, but he didn't care. He went upstairs and pushed open her bedroom door without hesitation.

The abrupt movement startled Ophelia awake.

"What do you think you're doing?" she roared furiously. "Are you trying to scare me to death by barging in like this in the middle of the night?".

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"I have something to ask you," Hendrix replied calmly.

Ophelia let out a sharp laugh, anger laced in every word. "Can't you see I'm sleeping? What's so urgent

that it can't wait until morning? You and your mother-do you have to torment me until I'm in my grave before you're satisfied?"

Hendrix merely smiled. But to Ophelia, that smile was pure provocation.

Her expression darkened further, and just as she was about to snap again, Hendrix spoke first, "How could you still sleep so soundly after what happened tonight?"

"Why couldn't I? No one actually died, did they? Besides, this isn't even the first time she's thrown her life away. Do you really think worrying about someone like that will change anything?"

Her voice dripped with ridicule.

Hendrix didn't pay any attention to her mocking. Instead, he casually took a seat on the redwood couch in her room and said, "Then, why don't you tell me the reason she did what she did?"

"How would I know?" Ophelia was so furious that she was shaking all over. "Get out of my room this instant!"

"Grandma, I'm giving you a chance right now," Hendrix replied seriously. "You should understand-if I want to find something out, there's nothing I can't uncover. But if I have to dig it up myself, the nature of this matter will change entirely."