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    He was ustomed to being shielded by his privilege, and such dismissive treatment was unfamiliar to him.


    He peered through the door’s ss, his gazending on Alex, who was dabbing at the blood trickling from his lip. The stark red against his skin was jarring.


    Nearby, Sadie offered him a tissue, her eyes filled with concern—a look that was once reserved for Noah.


    A sharp pain carved through his heart.


    His fists balled at his sides, knuckles nching, Noah lingered outside, the weight of his thoughts anchoring him in ce.


    Eventually, he turned away, his figure stretching beneath the corridor lights, exuding an unmistakable sense of solitude.


    Settling into his car, he dialed Samuel. “Who runs this hospital?” he began, his voice a mix of frustration and determination. “Let them know that the Wall Group wants to coborate. As for the terms… I want a seat as a partner in this hospital.”


    He continued the conversation with Samuel, plotting his next moves carefully.


    After hanging up, he reclined in his seat, his fingers rhythmically tapping on the steering wheel. The pace was controlled, almost casual, but the tension simmered beneath.


    He would step through that door again soon—not as someone the hospital could throw out, but as a partner they couldn’t ignore. No one, not even Sadie herself, would have the power to make him leave her ward—he could stay as long as he wanted.


    The thought made Noah pause.


    Did he really spend over ten million dors just to make sure no one could keep him from Sadie’s bedside?


    The thought clung to him stubbornly, refusing to dissipate.


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    Rubbing his temples, Noah felt a nagging ache spread across his forehead.


    Confusion clouded his mind.


    Was this surge of panic solely about Sadie’s ident, or was it the deep, piercing concern in her eyes that had thrown him off bnce?


    No, that couldn’t be it.


    His heart belonged to K.


    As he wrestled with his thoughts, his phone shattered the silence, its abrupt ringtone slicing through the air.


    “Mother” shed across the screen.


    He hesitated, then answered with a tentative, “Hello?”


    “I heard K had a heart attack. How is she? Is she feeling better?” Isabel’s voice crackled through the line, each wordced with palpable urgency.


    Noah’s irritability peaked as he gave a terse, “Yes,” in response.


    Isabel’s voice sharpened with concern. “Why this cold indifference, Noah? K developed a heart condition saving your life. You should be by her side, caring for her deeply!”


    Noah’s mind shed back to the harrowing moment when Sadie called for help after her ident, and he had been steadfastly supporting K. Wasn’t that proof enough of his dedication?


    “Mom,” Noah began, his voice tinged with frustration. “Sadie got into a car ident. I just went to check on her condition.”


    Isabel let out a dismissive scoff on the other end. “Well, as long as she’s still alive, I guess that’s all that matters.”


    A frown marred Noah’s face as he registered his mother’s tant disregard for Sadie, sparking an irritation within him that he couldn’t suppress. Compelled to defend his wife, he said, “Mom, Sadie is your daughter-inw. You should Isabel cut him off sharply, her voice slicing through the tension. “I’ve never epted her as my daughter-inw! Didn’t you promise to divorce her? So what’s the holdup? Don’t tell me you actually like her now.”


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