Chapter 50 Isaac Lashes Out for Nora
Nora returned to the living room, picked up a paring knife from the table, and headed for the door again.
"Mrs. Foster, what do you think you're doing? Don't be reckless; put down the knife!"
The housekeeper, seeing the knife in Nora's hand, turned pale with fear, backing away, worried that Nora might harm her.
Nora ignored her.
She approached the door with the knife in hand and fixed a cold stare on the bodyguards.
"Are you going to move or not?"
The bodyguards glanced at the paring knife but showed no signs of backing down.
"Without Mr. Porter's orders, we won't move aside. Even if Mrs. Foster threatens us with a knife, we will not budge!"
Nora looked at them icily for several seconds.
Then, raising the knife, she thrust it down forcefully.
The sound of a blade piercing flesh was chilling.
But the blade had not struck the bodyguards.
It had hit Nora herself!
The knife pierced her already wounded flesh.
Blood gushed out instantly.
Her white T-shirt soaked up the blood, turning a deeper and darker shade of red.
Everyone's eyes widened in shock, taken aback by Nora's drastic action.
"Mrs. Foster!"
"Even though Isaac and I are divorced, Edmund has remained just as kind to me as he was before. If he were aware that I'm being mistreated here, do you think Edmund would come to my defense?" Nora's cold voice interjected.
The bodyguards were stricken with terror.
Edmund had always been exceptionally kind to Nora, even more so than Isaac.
If Edmund found out that Nora had been injured on their watch, he would undoubtedly be furious.
Edmund wouldn't do anything to Isaac, but he couldn't say the same for them.
Nora's voice was sharp and commanding, "I'll count to three, and if you don't step aside, this knife will go straight into my heart. Let's see if you can handle the guilt of pushing me to my death!"
"Three."
"Two."
Before she could call out the final number, the bodyguards swiftly stepped to the sides.
They couldn't bear the consequence of Nora dying before their eyes.
With a stern face, Nora strode outside.
The bodyguards and the housekeeper wore looks of panic, yet none dared to stop her.
"I'll follow Mrs. Foster. Quick, someone updates Mr. Porter!" one of the bodyguards hastened after Nora with urgency in his steps.
The maids scurried upstairs.
But upon reaching the door, no one dared to knock.
Kalista's moans continuously emanated from the room.
Isaac and Kalista were in the throes of passion.
If they knocked now, interrupting Isaac's pleasure, would he ever forgive them?
"I don't think Nora leaving is all that important; let's wait until Mr. Porter has finished his 'workout' before we report to him," suggested one of the maids.
There were no objections from the rest.
Nora took a cab back home.
She looked around, but Steve wasn't there.
Did he know she had been taken by her ex and chose not to come over?
Nora didn't dwell on it.
She went to get the first-aid kit, intending to tend to her wounds.
Upon opening it, she realized it was missing hemostatic agents and bandages, housing only antiseptics and remedies for insect bites.
In pain and with her mood soured, the last thing Nora wanted was to go out.
She took out her phone and texted Steve, "Steve, where are you? Can you swing by my place? Could you pick up some clotting medication and bandages on your way?"
Meanwhile, in the villa's bedroom.
Isaac lounged on the bed, noise-canceling earbuds in place, casually handling some work emails on his phone.
At the window, Kalista sat alone in a chair, her lips continually sending out ambiguous moans.
Anger and resentment filled her eyes.
She had thought her invitation to his bedroom meant she was being considered for the role of hostess in his home.
But to her shock, it was all an act for Nora's benefit!
With his earbuds still in, Isaac didn't hear a thing.
She felt humiliated!
Yet, she had accepted Isaac's arrangement.
Because Isaac had said she could freely broadcast what happened that night if she were to call out, he wouldn't bother explaining or clarifying.
Put simply, she could tell everyone she had slept with Isaac last night!
The temptation was too great for her to resist.
So, despite perceiving Isaac's offer as a slight, she did her best to be vocal.
At least she could boast about it in front of Nora!
As she made noise, she glanced at Isaac, hoping to pique his interest.
Unfortunately, Isaac was wearing noise-canceling headphones—his attention was unreachable.
Even if he had heard her, he showed no reaction.
Suddenly, another of Isaac's phones vibrated.
Nora was the only contact on that phone.
He didn't need to check to know who it was from.
Isaac's expression darkened as he took out the phone.
His brows knitted together as he read the message from Nora.
"Aren't you at your ex's place? Why are you asking me to get medicine for your house?"
Nora replied, "I'm already back home. Can you come over? If you're busy, I'll ask a friend to pick it up."
Isaac's expression turned grim in an instant.
Was she thinking of asking Mortimer for help?
"I'll come now; don't bother your friend—it's late," he replied quickly.
Nora texted, "Okay, please hurry. My wound is still bleeding, and I'm afraid I'm losing too much blood."
Isaac rolled out of bed immediately and strode toward the door.
"No need to make a fuss," he said to Kalista indifferently, removing his headphones.
Kalista paused, asking urgently, "Isaac, where are you going?"
"Got something to handle. Wesley will take you home," Isaac replied nonchalantly.
He swiftly exited the room.
The maids standing outside immediately began to lament, "Mr. Porter, we need to report an incident to you. Half an hour ago, Mrs. Foster insisted on leaving despite our attempts to stop her."
"You have so many people in this villa, and you can't detain one injured person?" Isaac barked, an icy aura emanating from him.
The maids trembled with fear, hastily explaining, "Mrs. Foster threatened to hurt herself with a knife and claimed she would stab herself to death if we didn't let her go. Fearing Mrs. Foster would do something drastic, we didn't dare stop her and let her leave."
Isaac turned to the maids, "You pushed her to harm herself?"
"Not us. She did it on her own," they pleaded.
"Wesley!" Isaac called out abruptly, cutting off their futile defense.
Wesley dashed over in haste. "Isaac, what do you need?"
Isaac barked out his command, his voice laced with an unmistakable edge. "Find out everyone who's had a hand in pushing Nora to harm herself. I want them dealt with harshly and kicked out of this mansion!"
The maid's face turned ghostly pale.
She thought to herself in confusion. Didn't Mr. Porter dislike Nora? Why was he seething with such rage over her self-harm? Was he even ready to unleash this kind of fury for her sake?
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