Chapter 209

Noelle hailed a cab and headed straight to the hospital.

…

Meanwhile, Xyla sat on the hospital bed. Her hair was a mess, and her eyes were glazed over. Her face was marred by handprints and swollen. It was just like that day all over again.

Quentin felt as if his heart was being squeezed in a vice. "Xy?"

Her vacant gaze slowly shifted toward him, and she began to sob, "Quint, she just can't stand me, after all…"

He appeared bewildered. "Was it that woman again?"

Xyla nodded, tears streaming down her face. "She told me that Noelle had sent her to deal with me and that even if she beat me to death, you wouldn't know because you were out having dinner and watching a movie with Noelle. She said that I could scream until my throat was raw, and you still wouldn't hear me…"

With each passing moment, Quentin's expression grew colder. Was this really Noelle's doing? As he thought about her strange behavior earlier that evening, inviting him out to dinner and a movie, his fingers started