Chapter 310

Hans’s hand curled into a fist for a moment.
“I stayed by her side, talked her through it, and she was there for me too. We confided in each other, encouraged one another, and grew together. Then, one time, I was kidnapped. She risked her life to save me-nearly got herself killed.”
Nora’s voice softened, becoming almost tender.
“I grew up alone. No family. It was hard.”
“But then I met them. I was lucky.”
“So for their sake, I’d do anything.”
Even if it meant laying down my life.
When she finished, there was hardly a ripple in her tone, but somehow, her
resolve shone through all the same.
Hans spun his phone in his hand, gaze distant, lost in thought.
“Hans, can’t you let her go?” Nora asked quietly.
He didn’t answer.
Nora sighed and let it drop.
Una’s injuries weren’t serious; she came to quickly.
“Aurora.” Her voice was barely more than a whisper.
Nora moved to approach, but Hans blocked her path.
“Nora, step outside. I need a word with her.”
Nora hesitated, only leaving when she caught Una’s faint nod.
The door closing echoed in the small room.
Hans spoke first. “You did this on purpose, didn’t you?”
Una’s lips twitched into a bitter, mocking smile. “Yeah. I did it on purpose.”
Life had been cruel to her and Nora, so why did Eleanor get to walk down the aisle in a blaze of glory?
Fresh wounds, old grudges—it all boiled over for just one reckless moment.
She wanted payback. For herself, and for Nora.
Hans fell silent again.
Una turned her face away. “Just go.”
She couldn’t stand to look at him a second longer.
Hans gave a short, disbelieving laugh, stung by her contempt. “Una, don’t forget
-we have plenty of bad blood between us. This isn’t over.”
“Bad blood?” Una’s smile was razor-sharp, pure scorn.
“You’re right. We do. Your parents killed mine. You’re their son, which makes you the son of my parents’ murderers.”
There was no undoing it-they were enemies, through and through.
What difference did it make, now that things were broken beyond repair?
Hans looked down at her from above, voice cold and eyes hard. He scoffed.
“They treated you like a daughter. You still call them murderers? Una, do you even have a conscience?”
Conscience?
Una nearly laughed. His parents’ deaths were an accident, and yet he’d pinned it all on her, declared her guilty as if she’d pulled the trigger herself. Thıs content belongs to.net
Even after three years, he still wouldn’t let her go.
Outside the room, Nora stood at the window, watching the wind bend the autumn trees.
A warm coat settled over her shoulders.
“Why are you standing here, letting the breeze get to you?”
Daniel had arrived.
His expression was gentle, unreadable.
Nora hugged the coat around herself. “Hans and Una are talking.”
She asked, “Is the wedding over?”
Daniel nodded, his gaze lingering on her pale face. He lowered his voice. “The wedding was ruined. You know she did it on purpose, right?”
Otherwise, Una wouldn’t have said what she did-wouldn’t have forced Hans, on
the brink of doubt, to abandon Eleanor and rush Una to the hospital.
“It was a guess,” Nora replied softly.
She’d only figured it out after Una slit her wrist.
That was when she finally let herself breathe again.
Her voice was cool, clear: “You could be with Eleanor right now, you know.
There’s no need to come here just for me.”
Eleanor must be devastated, falling apart.
If there was ever a right time for Daniel to be by her side, it was now.