As she spoke, Beatrice's lips curled up into a small smile. She seemed to see someone else in Hendrix. Hendrix fell silent for a while and nodded. "So, you side with neither Nathan nor me."

Beatrice did not reply, which was an answer in itself.

Hendrix turned around without hesitation. "If that's the case, it makes things easier for me."

He had visited that night in search of an answer, holding onto a sliver of hope.

He didn't mind if Beatrice lied, as long as it was a reason that could convince him that she did it for his own. good, or she wanted the couple to be honest with each other.

Those reasons would sound ridiculous and hard-pressed to him, but he would force himself to believe in Beatrice if she said so.

But she was unwilling to even lie to him.

Nothing held him back now. To him, his mother was a distant stranger. It was easy to take her down when she made him her enemy.

It didn't bother him because he grew up all alone anyway. He was accustomed to a lonely life.

Hendrix drove back to Nivis Villa.

The doctor was already there to check on Noelle. He informed Hendrix that he had sedated Noelle, and she was receiving an IV infusion, but he made it clear this was just a temporary solution.

"Her emotional turmoil is not good for the pregnancy, as it affect both the health of mother and child," the doctor tried to frame it as politely as possible.

Hendrix listened with a blank face and grunted absentmindedly.

The doctor, who had nothing more to say, changed the topic. "Mr. Freeman, do you want me to tend to your hand injury?"

"It's fine." While speaking, Hendrix made his way upstairs Moments later, he suddenly paused in his tracks and turned around to speak to the doctor.

He asked, "Did you tell my mom about the change in prescription?"

The doctor, who was ready to leave, froze in place and stared at Hendrix in panic.

Hendrix smiled. "Great."

With that, he made his way upstairs, leaving behind the shocked doctor.

Soon, Hendrix called up Dan and asked to replace the docto. He would never give a second chance to those who had betrayed him, regardless of their motives.

After the call, he changed into fresh clothes in the dressing room. The injury on his lower arm still looked nasty, but at least the bleeding had stopped. He glanced at it and put it behind him.

The visible wounds would heal one day, but the same could not be said of the invisible wounds.

After changing, he returned to his bedroom. Noelle had fallen asleep with an IV needle inserted in her left hand.noveldrama

She looked pale under the moonlight, with fresh tear stains on her cheeks.

Hendrix had no idea when she had cried, but she surely did not cry over him.

He stood there watching. Despite their close proximity-he could hold her hand by taking a step forward he felt so distant from her.

In spite of everything he owned, he was ultimately alone.