?Chapter 308:


    “Tap. Tap. Tap…” Soft, hurried footsteps approached, followed by an eager, naive voice. “Mommy!”


    Averi barreled into Sadie’s arms, a burst of warmth in the cold, heavy air.


    Sadie clung to him, as if holding on for dear life.


    At that moment, exhaustion and despair melted away.


    “Mommy, I missed you so much.” Averi buried his face in her neck, his voice a sweet melody easing her pain.


    A faint smile touched her lips. “I missed you too, my love.” A maid quietly ced Averi’s luggage aside before slipping out.


    Sadie stroked Averi’s soft hair, her emotions a tangled mess.


    How could she exin this chaos to him? How could she shield him from what was toe?


    A sudden knock pulled her from her thoughts.


    The door creaked open, revealing K holding a thermal food jar.


    She wore a delicate yellow dress, the soft colorplementing her charming appearance.


    But the moment her gazended on Sadie and Averi, her smile stiffened.


    “What are you doing here?” Her voice held an edge of disbelief and usation.


    Sadie remained silent, tightening her grip on her son, her eyes cold as they met K’s.


    She had no interest in engaging with that woman.


    K’s frustration red at Sadie’s unbothered stance.


    How could this woman, discarded by Noah, still have the audacity to appear in his vi?


    “Sadie, you…”


    “K, what brings you here?” Noah’s voice rang from the doorway, cutting her off.


    Dressed in a sleek charcoal-gray suit, he exuded an imposing presence.


    At the sight of him, the anger in K’s eyes vanished, reced by softness.


    “Noah, I made soup for you. You must be tired from work, so I brought it over.” Her voice was sweet, her smile gentle as she held out the jar.


    Noah didn’t say anything, his gaze briefly flicking to Sadie and Averi, his expression unreadable.


    The air grew heavy with unspoken tension.


    “Noah,” K bit her lip, hesitation creeping into her voice. The food jar in her hands felt heavier, as if suddenly burdensome.


    The soup she had so carefully prepared now seemed worthless.


    Noah’s brow furrowed slightly. “Just leave it there,” he said, tone indifferent.


    Those words struck K like ice water, dousing the flicker of hope in her chest. Her grip on the food jar tightened, frustration simmering beneath the surface.


    “But, Noah…” K paused, her words teetering on the brink of her lips.


    Noah cut her off with a calm yet decisive tone. “K, there are other matters I need to handle.”


    A chill raced through K’s heart, her unspoken words retreating back into silence.


    It was clear; Noah was pushing her away.


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