Chapter 174 Where is Camila Ginger, she is dead.

Noah Bates didn't know how he had managed to leave Violet Don's house that day, wounded by her last words as if abandoned in disarray. He had nearly fled, escaping her home, driving his sports car frantically on the highway, the windows rolled down, the wind pouring directly into his pupils.

Noah felt his whole body trembling, a spasm-like pain bubbling up in his chest.

He drove home alone, stumbling as if gravely injured, pushed open the door, and collapsed onto the sofa.

Afterward, he slowly curled up like a helpless infant, assuming the fetal position as if he were still in his mother's womb, grasping the clothes over his chest tightly.

He was like a defeated general, his consciousness shattered, shivering as he took deep breaths, only to realize that the pain had reached its peak and even breathing was painful.

Noah closed his eyes, icy tears seemingly forming at the corners, and after a long silence, he let out a low growl, followed by a choked voice.