Noah got into the car and headed for the airport immediately. His thoughts were in turmoil, filled with regret and worry. He shouldn't have left her in that mansion; he shouldn't have taken her there in the first place.
The doctor had strictly warned him, they had only a few days to be over the rough part of it but he didn't want to hurt her. The events of the past few days played over and over in his mind, each repetition intensifying his guilt.
Noah ground his teeth in frustration. It was all his fault. If he hadn't sent her there, she would be fine. His wife, his child... The very thought of them in danger was unbearable.
The car sped through the streets, and as soon as they reached the airport, Noah hurriedly boarded the jet. He couldn't tell Chalamet about it, but he'll be sure to send another jet to them as soon as possible.
Hell will break lose if anything happens to his wife and child. He would destroy everything and everyone who's involved.