Chapter 612

Just as the man raised the knife for a second strike, the security team arrived and swiftly pinned him down.

Noelle heard a low grunt behind her, followed by Christian's pained chuckle. "Good thing it wasn't him."

Noelle's heart clenched as she turned to see Christian, clutching his shoulder, slumped against her legs.

He was wearing a beige coat, now stained with a large patch of blood around his shoulder.

Christian was rushed to emergency surgery, but Noelle remained frozen in her chair, her mind replaying his words, "Good thing it wasn't him."

Who wasn't it? Quentin?

Why did he say that? Why did he act this way?

The image of Christian's blood-soaked coat lingered in her mind. The wound—how deep was it?

Noelle sat there, numb and lost in thought for an unknown period, until Michael appeared.

He glanced at her through the doorway, but without a word, he continued walking past.

A little while later, Kara gently patted her shoulder. "They've moved him to a room. You should go s