?Chapter 143:


    Noah nced at his watch, an expression of impatience creasing his forehead.


    “Drive me to the office,” he said to the driver, his voice devoid of warmth.


    “Noah…” K called tentatively.


    She had imed a heart issue as an excuse to have him join her for the check-up, hoping to spend more time with him.


    However, once the check-up was over, his mind was set on returning to work.


    “I’m still not feeling well…” she said, clutching at her chest and turning pale.


    Noah nced at her briefly, his eyes cold and detached.


    “Let the driver take you back to the hospital after dropping me off,” he said, his voice strictly professional and emotionally distant.


    A sense of despair washed over K. She pressed her lips together, attempting a smile.


    “It’s just fatigue. A little rest should help. I’ll be okay.”


    “Alright,” Noah responded, his tone disinterested, his attention focused on the documents in his hand, not sparing K another look.


    The air in the car felt oppressively thick.


    Drawing in a deep breath, K struggled to contain her mounting frustration and worry.


    “Noah, do you have any ns this evening? We could perhaps dine together,” she asked hesitantly.


    Noah, without raising his eyes from his work, refused.


    “No, I’m tied up with a meeting tonight.”


    Another meeting?


    K felt like she was on the verge of exploding with frustration. She managed to maintain aposed facade, but her nails dug deeply into her palms.


    “I understand,” she said, forcing a smile that was more a grimace than anything genuine.


    The car sped along. When K returned to her vi, she wore a stormy expression. She tossed her bag onto the sofa with a huff.


    A servant approached cautiously and asked, “Miss Wade, should I prepare dinner?”


    “No need!” K snapped, causing the servant to flinch.


    Just then, a man in a ck suit entered and respectfully handed her a document.


    “Miss Wade, here is the information you requested.”


    K snatched the document and quickly skimmed it. Her eyes widened in shock at one particr line, her hand trembling as she pointed at it.


    “A child?! She actually has a child with her?!”


    “Yes, Miss Wade. ording to our investigation, Sadie disappeared more than three years ago and only recently returned, apanied by a boy about three years old,” the man exined calmly.


    K stood abruptly, pacing the room as her high heels echoed against the floor, each step pounding like a drumbeat in her chest.


    “Three years ago…” she muttered, remembering Sadie’s odd behaviors back then, her expression growing darker. “Could it be that Sadie didn’t lose her baby at that time?!”


    She stopped, a fierce determination in her eyes. “She came back with the child to win Noah back! I can’t let her seed!”


    Jealousy red within her, nearly overwhelming her. She grabbed the car keys from the table and said icily, “Get the car ready!”


    Determined to confront Sadie immediately, K arrived at the faculty housing and took a deep breath to calm herself before entering the building with poised steps.


    Inside, the soft, dim lighting of the hallway cast a warm glow on Sadie, who was holding the sleeping Averi and murmuring gently to him. She had hoped for a peaceful night, but K’s unexpected visit disrupted that.


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