Chapter 1133
“Excellent progress.” Noah’s voice descended to a more ominous register, his expression hardening into something genuinely menacing. “However, listen carefully—do not eliminate Hailey unless we reach a point where absolutely no alternative exists. My mother’s safety takes precedence over everything else.”
Hailey had proven herself to be utterly contemptible without any shadow of doubt—but his beloved mother’s precious life held infinitely greater value than any desire for revenge.
As long as his mother remained trapped within Hailey’s cruel grasp, he could not permit himself even the smallest tactical error.
“Completely understood, boss,” Jack responded with unwavering certainty. Noah terminated the connection and summoned every ounce of strength to rise, forcing his weakened body into motion. An urgent need to return to Sadie’s side consumed his thoughts completely. She remained vulnerable and isolated, and this knowledge gnawed at him like acid.
The moment his trembling fingers reached for the door handle, Stan appeared once again in the doorway.
“Mr. Wall, perhaps you should consider resting a little longer before attempting to move around.”
Noah’s head shook firmly in negation. “I refuse to rest peacefully while Sadie remains alone and unprotected. I’m returning to her immediately. Inform me the moment Alex’s condition stabilizes.”
Stan hesitated, his troubled expression revealing that he was obviously holding something back.
After what felt like an eternity of internal struggle, he finally spoke. “Mr. Wall… my boss has regained consciousness. He specifically requested a meeting with you.”
Noah’s dark eyebrows furrowed, a sharp line forming as suspicion flared in his calculating mind.
The revelation struck him as deeply peculiar—Alex was requesting his presence? At this particular moment? For what conceivable purpose?
Countless potential scenarios raced through his analytical mind at lightning speed, yet his carefully controlled expression revealed nothing of his internal calculations.
After weighing all possibilities, he delivered a single, decisive nod. “Show me the way.”
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Perhaps this unexpected opportunity would prove beneficial. Certain volatile situations demanded direct confrontation before they could escalate into something truly catastrophic.
Stan guided Noah through the sterile hospital corridor to the adjacent room. Inside, Alex remained motionless in his hospital bed, his complexion ghostly pale and his demeanor unnaturally subdued.
The atmosphere was thick with the overpowering fragrance of fresh lilies, their sickeningly sweet scent so intensely potent and hauntingly familiar that it immediately set Noah’s already frayed nerves on edge, adding to his discomfort.
The floral scent seemed to saturate every surface in the room, wrapping around his senses like the suffocating embrace of a buried memory that refused to remain forgotten.
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