Chapter 668 Confined to Endless Arguments

Deeply stung by the word "hate," Joseph wrapped his hands around Noah’s neck and glared at him

intently. "Where’s Chloe?"

Noah's breath momentarily caught in his throat. His face flushed red, but he remained fearless. He

retorted defiantly, "She's dead! And you're the one who killed her!"

"I did not! I was protecting her!"

He was going to set her free once he had settled everything. But no one, not even him, could

predict what fate had in store for them.

Struggling to breathe, Noah said with difficulty, "Stop denying it. She didn't need your protection. To

Coco, your love was like a prison. Do you honestly believe you loved her and that everything you

did was for her sake? You were just torturing her. And who are you trying to impress now? Can she

see this or hear about this now? You're just doing this to alleviate your guilty conscience!

“One moment, you're in an ambiguous relationship with Xavia, and the next, you're entangling

yourself with Coco. Even if the former is an act, you didn’t seek Coco's consent. Do you think the

world revolves around you and everyone should bend to your desires?"

Joseph's pupils contracted upon hearing Noah’s words. He fell silent and simply continued staring

at Noah. Neither of them showed any sign of backing down as they locked eyes. The tension

between them was palpable and sparks flew in the charged atmosphere.

Seizing his opportunity, Noah launched a fierce counterattack. In response, Joseph executed a

shoulder throw, slamming Noah onto the cold, hard floor. Noah groaned in pain as the skin on his

back tore and cuts opened up all over his body. Unwilling to give in, he summoned all his strength,

rising up to deliver a sneak attack. Joseph had just recovered from his illness and had already

expended much of his strength, allowing Noah to successfully deliver a heavy punch to Joseph's

abdomen.

In the end, both of them bore injuries, but it was evident that Noah was in a more critical condition.

Leaning against a wooden pillar, Noah wiped away the blood at the corner of his mouth and said,

"Coco’s dead, and everything between you and her is now in the past. Time stops for no man, and

everyone now believes that you and Xavia are a couple."

Though he understood the implications of Noah's words, Joseph refused to relent. "Chloe and I

aren’t over. I never agreed to that."

"Both legally and in Coco's heart, you and her were no longer connected since you didn’t remarry

after the divorce. To start a relationship, consent is needed from both parties, but its end can be

decided by one person.” Noah sneered.

Joseph closed his eyes, feeling as though a bucket of cold water had been poured over the flames

burning in his chest. Suddenly, he found himself at a loss for words. He recalled the last time he had

seen Chloe. Their interactions were seemingly confined to endless arguments. He knew that this

constant strife was exhausting for both of them.

Noah stood up, his gaze falling on the man lost in memories.

"It would be disrespectful for you to disturb her further," he said.

After all, continuing like this could push someone to the brink. A person who had already

experienced death once might not fear facing it again.

Joseph remained silent, his eyelashes trembling slightly.

Noah turned and summoned the family doctor. Both men had suffered injuries of varying degrees,

and the atmosphere during the treatment was quiet and tense, leaving one breathless.

Once the family doctor had treated their wounds, Joseph got up to leave.