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    Her eyes flicked to Sadie, then back to Noah, her heart burning with envy. Why? Why was it that Sadie and her child could remain while she was sent away?


    Though K resisted the idea, she felt powerless to change her situation.


    Finally, she clenched her jaw and said, “Fine. I’ll leave now.”


    With these words, she left, her departure marked by a rigid posture that masked her raging emotions.


    Throughout this, Sadie said nothing, clutching her son closely.


    The way Noah had just treated K was unexpected, sparking a hint of astonishment within her.


    Noah had always shown a soft, yielding side to K in her recollections, never dismissing her so outright.


    Yet today, his attitude hadpletely changed. It was now cold and steady.


    Half an hourter, in the living room, Noah moved towards the door, seemingly ready to leave.


    Observing his firm, poised stance, Sadie felt a spontaneous urge to keep him there a little longer.


    Rising to her feet, she suggested, “It’s still quite early. Maybe you could have some breakfast before leaving?”


    Halting abruptly, Noah turned around.


    His gaze met Sadie’s, a brief look of confusion crossing his face as he processed her earlier words.


    “Alright,” he said with a lightness that masked his feelings.


    A soft sigh escaped Sadie in response.


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    She approached the dining table.


    Aromatic steam from the oatmeal and fresh pastries wafted through the air, filling the room with inviting scents.


    Noah took a seat, his eyes appreciating the breakfast before him, and a subtle smile touched his lips.


    The table was set with a heartier fare than usual. This breakfast bore aforting, homemade quality unlike the standard offerings she had prepared before.


    He picked up a spoon, scooped up some oatmeal, and tasted it.


    “Not bad,” he said, his voice infused with an unexpected warmth.


    With a cheerful tone, a maid said, “Indeed. Mrs. Wall prepared this herself.”


    Watching Noah relish the meal, Sadie felt a sense of ease wash over her.


    Though she had prepared the breakfast mainly for Averi’s sake, worried that the usual fare in the vi wouldn’t suit the child, she hadn’t anticipated this misunderstanding with Noah.


    Nevertheless, it was of little consequence. She had more pressing matters to address with him.


    Pausing briefly, Sadie gathered her thoughts. “Um, I was thinking about going back to the studio to work. And about Averi’s kindergarten…”


    Noah ced his spoon down and gave her his full attention. “You should talk to the butler for such matters.”


    “Alright,” Sadie responded with a nod, feeling a sense of relief.


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