Love on the Fast Track - Chapter 798

Chapter 798:

What was happening? Did Norah block him on all platforms? After what had happened in Silverdale, shouldn’t he be the one who was angry?

Suddenly, his face darkened. If she didn’t want to apologize and make up with him, then they should just wait and see who was the more stubborn one.

After all, he had already made a concession. He tried to contact her twice. Now, the ball was in her court to initiate contact again.

Marlin wasn’t in the mood to hang out; all he could think about was Norah’s cold demeanor.

He remembered their first meeting in Silverdale and noticed how she treated him differently. At the time, believing his feelings were for Dolores, he had brushed aside Norah’s actions.

One night at the Cloud Club, he drunkenly stumbled into Norah, and the memory of her blushing and her intoxicating scent lingered with him. Even when Dolores criticized Norah later, Marlin instinctively defended her.

His body had grown accustomed to Norah’s touch, and he found himself unable to resist her.

After aimlessly driving around the city for over half an hour, Marlin finally returned home, where the atmosphere was somber.

Following several days of thorough searching and a warning from the Supernatural Doctor, they discovered poison in a bag where Adela stored sanitary pads.

Infuriated, Yolande stepped forward and forcefully kicked Adela to the floor. “Adela, I’ve investigated you. You came from a small village, trying to find a job in the city. Five years ago, my dad hired you and trusted you to serve in this villa. You were entrusted with caring for my mom. And this is how you repay us? Poisoning my mom, possibly mistreating her in secret. Who directed you to do this?”

Lɑtєst chαptєrs in g𝒶l𝑛ovєls.𝒸𝑂m

Hans’ expression darkened. Given their family’s significant influence in Silverdale, he suspected a business rival might be behind this.

Yet, despite thorough searches, they hadn’t found any trace of the poison. Without the Supernatural Doctor’s intervention, Nyla might not have survived these years.

The thought that they had inadvertently been treating her without identifying the true culprit filled Hans with deep, seething anger. He kicked Adela and shouted, “We are not as easily manipulated as you might think. You’ll spend the rest of your life in prison.”

Adela lay disheveled on the floor, her uniform stained and tattered. Earlier, as the security guards and other servants had ransacked her room for the poison, she had tried to intervene and had been roughly handled.

Previously, Adela had used her position of caring for Nyla to lord over the other servants, earning their resentment. Now, with an opportunity for retribution, they showed her little sympathy.

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