Trash Husband, I'm the Top novel Chapter 235

At ten stories up, the wind howled with a force that made everything feel sharper, more dangerous.

Daniel’s eyes never left Nora. The moment she spoke, he understood—she was bargaining with her own life.

She was cornering him with her own existence.

But he knew her too well.

“You won’t do it.”

“If you were really someone who’d end your life so easily, you wouldn’t be Nora.”

His voice, shaky a moment ago, steadied into certainty.

Nora’s lips curled into a bitter smile. Her fingers, which had slipped from the windowsill, crept back up to grip it once more.

She’d thought she could threaten Daniel, but of course, he saw right through her.

She played along, and in the next heartbeat, the security team hauled her back inside.

Across the room, Monica gnawed nervously at her lip, disappointment flickering in her eyes.

How could Nora always manage to survive?

Eleanor felt a similar letdown, though she’d never let such dark thoughts show on her face. Instead, she feigned concern.

“Are you alright?”

Mrs. Chambers pointed an accusing finger at Nora, her words sharp as knives. “Nora, how much longer are you going to keep up this nonsense?”

What should have been a pleasant family dinner was now in shambles.

The marriage arrangement had fallen apart.

Eleanor seized on Mrs. Chambers’ outburst, playing the victim. “Nora, just to stop me from marrying Hans, you pretended to kill yourself? Do you have any idea how worried he must be right now?”

She was ever the model little sister, always thinking of Daniel, always casting Nora as the villain orchestrating the whole scene.

Sure enough, Daniel’s expression darkened further.

Monica quickly buried her own guilt and joined Eleanor in condemning Nora. “Nora, Eleanor’s marriage to Hans has nothing to do with you. Why go this far? You just love stirring up trouble for Dan, don’t you?”

“Everyone out.” Daniel’s voice was cold enough to freeze the air.

The lounge fell silent as the others quickly filed out.

Nora curled up on the sofa, her fingers still marked and burning from where she’d clung to the window.

She refused to show weakness in front of Daniel, even as pain throbbed in her hands.

Daniel’s face was a storm, but he forced himself to look away.

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