"I… I don't know what to say," Noah whispered, his voice hoarse. "You did all that? For me?"
Kelvin nodded silently, his face buried in his hands. "I didn't know what else to do. I couldn't let you get hurt. Not again."
Noah took a deep breath, his gaze softening as the weight of the situation began to settle in. He didn't know whether to be angry or grateful. "You should've told me. We could've figured something out."
"I couldn't," Kelvin whispered. "I couldn't let you know. Not until I was done with him."
Noah's mind was a whirlwind of emotions, but at the heart of it all, one truth rang clear: Kelvin had done this for him. And in a way, it made sense. Kelvin wasn't just his friend—he was his protector, in a twisted, dangerous way. Noah could never have predicted it, but now, standing here, the depth of Kelvin's loyalty was undeniable.
