Trash Husband, I'm the Top novel Chapter 368

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Nora spoke quietly, her voice steady. “Everyone, save your strength. Don’t talk.”

“Nora, you too…” Eleanor’s voice cracked with despair.

Time dragged on, impossible to measure, until the heavy door creaked open again.

This time, all three of them had their eyes covered with rough cloth and were yanked outside.

They stumbled along for what felt like half an hour, the sharp sound of rushing water growing louder with every uneven step.

Suddenly, the blindfolds were ripped away, and daylight flooded their vision.

Nora blinked, quickly taking in their surroundings—a wide, fast-moving river roared nearby, its current fierce and relentless.

She realized Una and Eleanor were standing together, at least fifty yards away from her, separated by a stretch of muddy ground and armed men.

Someone had deliberately hidden her from the others.

David stood by the riverbank, eyes dark and brooding, his attention fixed on the swirling water as if awaiting a signal.

A cargo ship thundered past upstream, its engines echoing across the valley.

David exhaled, a trace of relief flickering across his face.

But before he could truly relax, a voice sounded behind him—Hans, clear and commanding.

“David. Let them go.”

Hans emerged from the trees, flanked by men who quickly formed a semicircle around them, blocking any escape.

David’s lips curled into a cold smile as he turned. “Well, aren’t you a fine nephew. Three years I raised you, taught you everything—and this is how you repay me? Teaming up with outsiders to bring me down?” His gaze was venomous. “You’re nothing but a traitor, Hans.”

Hans’s face was set in stone. “You orchestrated my parents’ accident, didn’t you? You destroyed my family. Don’t talk to me about loyalty or family.”

David’s eyes narrowed. “So, you know everything now.”

There wasn’t a hint of remorse in his voice. In his world, only the ruthless survived. If Hans’s parents died, it was just bad luck. Even now, hemmed in by Hans and his men, David saw it as nothing more than a turn of fortune.

Hans had played the fool for three years—reckless, irresponsible, a charming wastrel. All the while, he’d been laying low, biding his time, waiting for this moment. David regretted not eliminating him when he had the chance.