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    The line went quiet.


    Then, after a considerable dy, Alex’s response came, subdued and slow. “Are you certain about your decision?”


    With unwavering resolve, Sadie replied, “Absolutely.”


    A resigned sigh came from Alex. “What should I do next?”


    There was a momentary pause as Sadie contemted, her expression tense. “I’m currently at Myrtlewood Estate. Could you arrange for someone to fetch me this evening? I n to escape through the window.”


    “Please, think this through carefully!” Alex urged, concern evident in his voice.


    “It’s just the second floor; the fall won’t be fatal,” Sadie replied with determination. “I need to get out of here to build a better future for me and my child.”


    K lingered at the doorway, her face betraying no emotion.


    Her initial n had been to bring Sadie downstairs to unsettle her and witness her difort.


    But she ended up overhearing Sadie’s conversation about leaving the country.


    A chill of satisfaction spread across K’s face.


    This was indeed wee news.


    Naturally, she thought to herself, she would “assist” Sadie in her ns. Without making a sound at the door, K quietly walked away, her lips curled into a cold smile.


    Soon after, Noah arrived back at Myrtlewood Estate.


    His brow furrowed when he noticed Isabel’s presence.


    From the kitchen, K emerged bearing dishes, her smile bright as she invited Noah to dine.


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    “Dinner is served, Noah,” K called out, her voice calm and gentle, masking any underlying issues.


    Noah’s eyes shifted towards the staircase. “Why isn’t sheing downstairs?”


    Isabel’s eyebrow arched, her voiceced with annoyance. “Why is that woman still around? Weren’t you going to divorce her?”


    K attempted to diffuse the tension. “Sadie seems unwell today. I’ll check on her.”


    “No need,” Noah said.


    He ascended the stairs himself.


    Adjusting his tie, he approached Sadie’s room, finding the door locked to his surprise.


    Frustration welled up inside him.


    Noah knocked on the door, a note of impatience in his voice. “Sadie, open up.”


    Sadie’s heart sank. She swiftly concealed her phone, inhaled sharply, and opened the door.


    As she faced Noah, her expression was cold. “Do you need something?” she spoke with a detached tone, as though addressing someone she barely knew.


    Noah’s irritation mounted at Sadie’s aloof demeanor.


    “Join us for dinner,” he demanded, his tone unyielding.


    Sadie let out a soft scoff, her gaze mocking. “I’d rather not interrupt your family meal.”


    She paused, her stomach churning, and revulsion threatened to break through herposure.


    “Frankly, being around you all is nauseating,” she continued.


    Noah’s expression hardened.


    This was a new, bitter sharpness in Sadie’s voice that he hadn’t encountered before.


    Could K have said something she shouldn’t have to his mother? Noah was about to inquire when the door mmed shut abruptly, cutting off any opportunity for him to speak. The click of the lock echoed, firm and decisive.


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