Chapter 91 The Voice

• Noah Noah's mind had become a twisted labyrinth, a maelstrom of obsession and delusion. The light in the cellar flickered, casting eerie shadows on the walls, illuminating Almara's pained expression. He hated seeing her like this. Perhaps he should have just ordered the C-section.
• Noah had lost track of time, consumed by his manic pursuit of claiming the love of his life. His once well-kempt appearance had given way to wild, unkempt hair and sunken, bloodshot eyes. He had barely eaten or slept, sustained only by the fire of his obsession.
• He could no longer hear that voice in his head. The one that told him something was wrong. It had been gone for days now. Noah was happy though. The voice has been annoying. Nothing was wrong. Everything was as it should be.