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    “Thank you, Mrs. Wall. Noah’s happiness is my greatest concern,” she stated firmly, her gaze dropping modestly while a soft glow of joy illuminated her expression.


    The two women exchanged lighthearted words andughter, their voices asionally mingling in a melody that filled the room with aforting, weing aura.


    Meanwhile, Sadie reclined on her bed, enveloped in the solitude of her room.


    The distant hum of conversation floated up from below, but she didn’t bother to listen.


    Isabel had never been fond of her, and having her around now would only make Sadie feel even more uneasy.


    With a weary sigh, she closed her eyes, seeking refuge in the fleeting escape of sleep.


    However, the serenity was abruptly pierced by a sharp knock at the door.


    “Mrs. Wall, Mr. Wall’s mother is here. Pleasee downstairs.”


    The servant spoke politely at the doorway.


    Sadie hesitated, yearning for nothing more than solitude.


    She began to shut the door to escape the social obligations waiting outside. But the conversations drifting up from below paused her movements.


    “K, have you noticed an increase in your weight? Could it possibly mean…?” Isabel’s tone was filled with curious expectation.


    “Really, Isabel? Do you think I appear heavier?” K responded, her voice tinged with shy happiness.


    Sadness washed over Sadie abruptly.


    Her hand instinctively moved to her abdomen.


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    “Both you and Noah aren’t getting younger. It’s time to consider settling down.” Isabel’s voice echoed once more, decisive and clear.


    “I’ll let Noah decide,” responded K, her voice both soft and determined.


    Color drained from Sadie’s face.


    Breathing became aborious task for her.


    She mused over the irony—her existence and that of her child seemed like some harsh jest, overlooked by all.


    Sadie forcefully closed the door, cutting off the sounds ofughter and conversation rising from below.


    Resting her back against the wood, she gradually slid down to the carpeted floor.


    Her hands wrapped around her abdomen, fingers quivering slightly. Within her, a new life was taking shape, its future as precarious as hers.


    Inhaling sharply, she fought to control the tears threatening to spill. Her hands shook as she pulled her phone from her pocket and dialed Alex.


    “Hello?” Alex answered, his voice tinged with surprise and concern.


    “Sadie? Is that you? Is everything okay?”


    There was a mix of worry and restrained joy in his tone.


    “Has Noah been giving you a hard time? I’ve been trying to reach you for days.”


    Sadie struggled to hold back her emotions, her voice breaking. “Alex, I need your help. I’m thinking of leaving the country.”


    Alex was shocked and responded, “Leaving the country? Can you tell me what’s going on?”


    With her eyes shut tightly, Sadie took another deep breath, trying to steady her overwhelming feelings.


    She said, “I feel trapped. He monitors my every move. It feels like I’m suffocating here.”


    She hesitated before adding, “I won’t forget this help you’ve given me. And regarding my secret dealings with Mr. Dominguez—I must step back from it. Please handle it yourself. I expect no gains from it.”


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