?Chapter 71:


    Momentster, the door creaked open again.


    K stepped inside, her presence like a gentle breeze, carrying a basket brimming with fresh fruit. A smile, tinged with concern, yed on her lips.


    “Is it done?” Sadie murmured, her eyes still closed against the dull throb in her temples, mistaking K for Alex.


    “Done what?” K’s voice floated softly, tinged with confusion.


    Sadie’s eyes flew open to find K standing beside her bed, her expression unsettlingly sweet as she held a fruit basket.


    “What the hell are you doing here?” Sadie’s voice was frosty, her brow furrowing in suspicion.


    Unperturbed, K perched on the edge of the mattress, gently setting the basket on the nearby table.


    “I came to see you,” she replied, her tone dripping with feigned concern, which only deepened Sadie’s unease.


    Sadie hadn’t mentioned her car ident to anyone. How on earth had K found out?


    Her fingers twitched beneath the quilt, curling into a fist.


    Could K have orchestrated this crash?


    K’s light, eerieugh cut through the tension. “When you called Noah for help, guess what? I was right there with him. He was too busy taking care of me to talk to you.” The realization hit Sadie like a cold wave.


    K had been with Noah when she had desperately called him for help.


    A shiver of fear trickled down Sadie’s spine as the implications of K’s words chilled her to the core.


    In her darkest hour, when she needed help most, Noah had turned his back on her—all for K.


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    The bitter truth gnawed at her as Sadie found herself ncing at the hospital room door, foolishly wishing Noah woulde.


    “Don’t waste your time looking,” K remarked, her voice tinged with a mirthless chuckle. She casually draped a hand over her mouth, her smirk evident. “Noah had to rush back to hispany for some urgent business.”


    The words stabbed at Sadie’s heart, spreading a cold, numbing pain throughout her body.


    Yet, beneath herposed exterior, K was far from the triumphant figure she portrayed.


    The moment her condition stabilized, Noah had rushed back to his responsibilities, not sparing another moment by her side.


    Why? Why did Noah’s indifference cut so deeply?


    As K mulled over his cold detachment, a tide of disappointment and bitterness threatened to overwhelm her. But she couldn’t let Sadie see her weakness.


    Maintaining herposed fa?ade, K arched an eyebrow and spoke with forced nonchnce. “You know, I told Noah about your pregnancy, urging him toe to your side. But he refused. He chose to stay with me.”


    She picked up an apple, her knife gliding smoothly as she began to peel it, her gaze fixed intently on Sadie’s ashen face.


    “You see, Sadie, in his eyes, you and your child don’t weigh as much as I do.”


    Her tone was soft, almost tender, but each word sliced through the air, sharp and merciless.


    As Sadie observed K’s smug grin, a shiver of dread crept across her heart.


    So, Noah was already aware that she was pregnant.


    He had known all along and had heartlessly allowed her to perish in that tragic car ident.


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