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    Sadie fought to keep her emotions in check. Forcing a smile, she asked, “Averi, what are you ying with?”


    The moment he saw her, Averi abandoned his toy and ran straight into her arms. “Mom!”


    He turned to nce at Noah, curiosity in his wide eyes. “Mom, this—”


    Before he could finish, Sadie gently covered his mouth, stopping him mid-sentence.


    Averi blinked up at her, confusion evident, his tiny hands attempting to pull hers away. “Averi, he’s not your dad.”


    The little boy hesitated, clearly wanting to say more, but one look at Sadie’s firm expression made him fall silent. Still, his gaze kept drifting back toward Noah.


    Noah remained crouching, his sharp eyes locked onto Sadie as if searching for an answer in her expression.


    Suppressing the chaos of emotions within her, Sadie straightened and spoke, her voice measured. “Mr. Wall, we need to talk. Outside.”


    She refused to let this conversation unfold in front of the child. Averi didn’t need to witness the tension brewing between them.


    Noah stood, his towering presence casting a long shadow across the room. Without a word, he followed her out.


    The moment the door shut behind them, Sadie’s carefully constructedposure crumbled.


    “Noah, what exactly do you think you’re doing?”


    The warmth Sadie had shown moments ago had vanished, reced once again by cold detachment.


    Noah’s brows knitted together in confusion. “Why did Averi call me Dad?” he asked, his voice tinged with concern.


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    Sadie paused, then responded with a mockingugh. “Mr. Wall, you know children. They say whateveres to mind. Why overthink it? Or is this just another one of your games?”


    Noah’s expression grew somber, but he maintained his calm. “Sadie, I’m asking for the truth,” he said firmly.


    “The truth?” Sadie’s voice wasced with derision. “What truth could you possibly want from me, Mr. Wall? Remember, we’re divorced. Affairs have nothing to do with you anymore.”


    As Sadie turned to walk away, Noah reached out, his grasp firm on her wrist. “Sadie, don’t push me,” he said quietly, his voice carrying a dangerous edge.


    Sadie jerked her arm away, her eyes shing. “Please, Mr. Wall, keep your hands to yourself.”


    She didn’t look back as she walked into the hospital room, where Averi was ying with his toys cheerfully. He looked up and smiled brightly at her return.


    Noah lingered in the deserted corridor, a tumult of emotions churning behind his intense gaze. He took out his phone and made a call. “I need to know what’s happening with Averi.”


    The response came swiftly, carrying grave news. “Mr. Wall, Averi has been diagnosed with leukemia and urgently requires a bone marrow transnt. The most likely match would be his biological father…”


    Noah clenched his jaw, a flicker of concern crossing his face as he thought of Alex. What was Alex thinking?


    The following day, Sadie was the epitome of professionalism in her beige suit, her demeanor calm and poised. Her ride pulled up in front of the towering Lawrence Group building, and she stepped out gracefully.


    “Miss Hudson, it’s been a while,” greeted Hank’s secretary, who was waiting for her at the entrance. His smile was warm and weing. Sadie returned the gesture, her expression calm yet cordial. “Hello.”


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