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    Back in his office, Jim picked up the phone and called a colleague, William Carter.


    The line connected, and a familiar voice answered amid the background noise of machinery and muffled conversation.


    “Hello? William, it’s Jim.”


    “Jim? What’s going on?” William’s voice carried a note of exhaustion.


    “I have a young patient in critical condition. We need a bone marrow donor immediately,” Jim said, getting straight to the point.


    “There’s a long list of urgent cases ahead of you,” William responded. Jim recognized the challenge William faced, but Averi couldn’t afford any dys.


    “This kid has acute lymphostic leukemia. His health is deteriorating fast. We’re running out of time,” Jim said.


    A brief silence followed. William seemed to be considering his options. “Alright, send me his details. I’ll see if I can move him up the list, but you know my hands are tied to some extent.”


    “I really appreciate it, William. Thank you.”


    At the Wall Group headquarters, Noah stood by the towering window, a cigarette resting between his fingers, its ember glowing and fading with each breath.


    “Mr. Wall, Miss Wade has instructed the legal team to proceed with the case against Miss Hudson’s studio. The paperwork is already in motion,” Samuel reported as he stepped into the office, breaking the silence.


    He studied Noah’s face carefully.


    Noah turned sharply, his hand pausing midair. Ash crumbled onto the carpet.


    Sadie’s stubborn yet fragile expression shed through his mind, stirring an inexplicable irritation.


    The rhythmic sound of heels clicking against the floor echoed as K entered, carrying an insted food jar and a gentle smile.


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    “Noah, I made you some soup. Have it while it’s still hot,” she said softly, setting the container on the desk.


    Noah’s gaze settled on her.


    Sensing a subtle shift in his expression, K felt a flicker of unease but quickly concealed it.


    “What’s thiswsuit about?” Noah’s voice was calm, but there was an underlying edge to it.


    K’s fingers tensed. “I was just followingpany protocol. I wanted to help Sadie, but there have been ongoing issues with Timeless Love. She refused to make the requested changes, and the design team…” Her words trailed off, growing quieter,ced with hesitation.


    But Noah had already stopped listening. He stubbed out his cigarette, grabbed his coat, and walked toward the door.


    “Drop the case against Sadie’s studio,” he ordered.


    Samuel hesitated briefly before nodding. “Understood, Mr. Wall.”


    Without another word, Noah left, leaving K standing alone, her face turning pale.


    She couldn’tprehend why Noah would go to such lengths for Sadie.


    Everything she had orchestrated was unraveling before her eyes.


    She clutched the silk scarf in her hand, her nails pressing into her skin. Losing to Sadie was not an option. She had to win Noah’s heart.


    Lost in his thoughts, Noah found himself at the hospital without even realizing how he got there.


    Averi sat quietly on the bed, absentmindedly toying with a Transformer figure.


    His wide eyes held a maturity beyond his years.


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