Sorry for Your Loss, It's Me, I'm the Loss novel Chapter 811

Cynthia was the cherished daughter of the Scott family, groomed for a life of ease and success. It seemed as though he was the source of all her pain.

"Noah, where are you going?" an old friend asked, puzzled, as Noah stood up to leave.

"I have something to take care of, so I'm heading out," Noah said.

"This whole party is to celebrate Cynthia's return, Mr. Thompson. Are you leaving early because you have a problem with her?" Molly said sharply.

"Molly," Cynthia said, gently tugging on her arm, signaling for her to stop.

Then, Cynthia turned to Noah, her smile unwavering. "If you have things to do, go ahead. It's fine. Oh, have you been drinking? Do you have a driver? Or I can call a car for you?"

"My driver is on his way," Noah replied.

"See? Ms. Scott is always so considerate. Noah, leaving like this is pretty rude, you know. You're lucky Cynthia is so gracious about it," another old friend chimed in, unable to stay silent.

"If Mr. Thompson insists on leaving, he should at least down three glasses as a forfeit," Molly goaded, grabbing a bottle of red wine and pouring three full glasses.

Molly was clearly trying to give Noah a hard time, but he didn't even bat an eye. He simply picked up a glass and drained the first one.

After finishing the first glass, Noah reached for the second, but Cynthia immediately put a hand out to stop him.

"Noah, don't. They're just messing with you. You don't have to go along with it," Cynthia said, holding his hand to keep him from drinking more.

Before Cynthia could take the glass from him, the door to the private room was violently thrown open.

Karina burst in from outside, her eyes immediately landing on Cynthia holding Noah's hand. Like a cornered animal, she charged forward without a word and slapped Cynthia hard across the face.

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