Chapter 1128
“Averi’s already en route to Myrtlewood Estate. Jack and Breck have things under control. Nothing to stress over.”
Sadie gave a distracted nod, though the discomfort in her chest lingered. Something felt strange. There was something off in Noah’s expression.
With his help, she eased herself onto the mattress again.
“Who was that you were speaking to earlier? I caught some voices.” At that, Noah averted his gaze.
“No, Sadie, it must’ve been your imagination.” His words softened, almost like a lullaby. “You only just regained consciousness. You’re still healing. Get some rest.”
He adjusted the blanket around her gently and pressed his lips to her brow.
As he turned away, her hand suddenly gripped his.
Her stare bored into him. “Please tell me the truth. Is there something you’re keeping from me?”
Noah’s heartbeat quickened, palms clammy. He gave her fingers a reassuring squeeze.
“Sadie, don’t dwell on it. Try to relax and heal.”
Sadie watched him quietly for a moment, the softness in his face unable to hide a deeper truth.
She lowered her gaze and slowly shut her eyes. Perhaps her thoughts were just playing tricks.
Noah stepped into the corridor, pulling the door closed without a sound. Almost immediately, Stan appeared, urgency written all over his face. He approached, his voice cracking.
“Mr. Wall, my boss… he keeps calling for Ms. Hudson. Could she visit him—just briefly?”
Alex’s condition had worsened, and Stan clung to the hope that seeing Sadie might help him survive.
Noah lifted a hand, motioning for silence, his expression darkening.
“Sadie’s health is fragile. The doctor said she needs plenty of rest. She has just drifted off.”
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Stan’s face turned pale, his posture crumbling as if the weight of the situation was too much to bear.
“But Mr. Howe’s barely hanging on! He only wants to see Ms. Hudson! Just once!”
Noah’s expression shifted, his gaze turning stormy. Alex had just left the hospital. How on earth was his life already hanging by a thread? A crease formed on Noah’s forehead, uncertainty flashing through him.
“I’m going to check on him,” he said, his words clipped and commanding. “Tell me what really went down. Was it just a crash—or something planned?”
When Noah finally relented, a spark of relief lit up in Stan’s face as he scrambled upright. He cast a quick look toward the shut door but kept quiet. He understood how fragile Sadie’s condition was.
“The one behind the wheel bolted right after impact. We’re throwing everything we have into finding him!”
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