Chapter 822 You’re Involved in My Child’s Death

As soon as he had finished speaking, the helpers surrounded Chloe and unceremoniously pushed her into a room, leaving her with no opportunity to think or resist. This time, Noah had decided to lock her up in his room.

Chloe felt perplexed as she stared at the helpers standing before her. As they followed Noah’s orders in such a respectful manner, she wondered if they had been brainwashed. She felt like an intruder in her own house.

"Coco, the fact that I managed to save you five years ago means that I have the power to lock you up again," Noah said. He sat next to her and tucked a strand of loose hair behind her ear. His movements were gentle, yet the words that came out of his mouth chilled Chloe to the bone.

A wave of unprecedented nausea washed over Chloe. She pushed him away and said, "Have you finally decided to shed your pretense?"

Hearing the word "pretense," Noah's face sank. "You see my kindness toward you as an act? Coco, I'm disappointed in you."

"Was killing my child