?Chapter 332:


    If Sadie had nevere back, Noah wouldn’t be like this—so cold, so distant. He was supposed to be hers. He should shield her and protect her. Not Sadie. Never Sadie.


    “I won’t give up. I will never give up!” she snarled, her voice thick with determination.


    Meanwhile, Sadie approached the hospital entrance, carrying a thermal lunch box.


    Laura had been in the hospital for some time now, and today Sadie had gone out of her way to bring her favorite pot roast and fish soup—something warm, somethingforting.


    But as she stepped closer to the hospital entrance, her steps faltered. A familiar ck luxury car was parked there. Noah. Her pulse quickened unexpectedly.


    What was he doing here?


    Shaking off the unease, Sadie walked through the hallways until she reached Laura’s ward.


    Just as she was about to step inside, a familiar low voice drifted through the door. “You don’t need to worry. I’ll make sure you get the best doctors. Whatever it takes.”


    Sadie froze. Pushing the door open, she took in the sight before her. Noah was seated beside Laura’s bed, his gaze soft, his voice full of quiet reassurance.


    “Ah, there you are!” Laura’s face brightened with a warm smile the moment she saw Sadie step in.


    Noah turned as well, his gazending on her.


    For a fleeting second, their eyes met—charged with something unspoken, something electric.


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    Sadie hesitated at the doorway, caught off guard by the sudden wave of emotions stirring inside her. But she quickly steadied herself, forcing down whatever it was threatening to surface.


    She stepped forward, setting the thermal lunch box on the bedside table.


    “How are you feeling, Grandma?” she asked gently.


    Laura gave her hand a reassuring pat. “Much better,” she said, her voice filled with warmth. “I only just realized how lucky I am. Noah helped arrange my transfer to this ward. The doctors and nurses here are incredible. They’ve been taking such good care of me.”


    Sadie’s fingers curled slightly, her gaze drifting toward Noah before she could stop herself.


    He stood off to the side, silent but present. When he heard what Laura said, a barely perceptible smile touched his lips—so fleeting, it almost wasn’t there.


    “Yes… Mr. Wall has been very considerate.” Her voice held a touch of stiffness, betraying the emotions she was still trying to suppress.


    Noah’s eyes met hers again, filled with something she couldn’t quite decipher. “It was the least I could do,” he replied, his tone calm, devoid of any sentiment. Silence settled over the room. The faint scent of disinfectant mixed with theforting aroma of the food Sadie had brought—a strange, almost surreal contrast.


    After a beat, Noah turned to Laura. “Get some rest. I’ll be going now.”


    Laura nodded. “Take care on the road.”


    With a brief nod, Noah turned and strode out of the room.


    “Sadie, why don’t you walk Noah out?” Laura’s voice was light but firm.


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