Chapter 21
Hearing Mabel's heart-wrenching sobs, fury flashed in Noah's eyes. After escorting her back to the hotel, Noah found Wesley drowning his sorrows at a bar.
"You bastard!" Noah threw a punch at him without hesitation.
Drunk and distracted, Wesley staggered from the blow. When he turned and saw Noah, he immediately fought back.
The two men brawled violently, frightening nearby patrons who dared not intervene. Alcohol slowed Wesley's reflexes, allowing Noah to quickly pin him down. Fists raining blows, Noah unleashed his rage at him.
"You think this is romantic, you piece of shit? You've ruined Mabel! She worked years for that doctorate! This was her first lead surgery! Now thanks to you, she'll only be known for scandal—not her brilliance!"
Wesley froze mid-struggle. He hadn't realized how pivotal this surgery was for her—he'd only wanted to show his sincerity.
Words of explanation stuck in his throat. Instead, Wesley raised a hand and slapped himself hard across the face.
Noah fin

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