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    Nte remained beside her, feeling helpless but present.


    Eventually, Sadie’s sobs subsided. She wiped away her tears, her face set with resolve.


    “I can’t give up. I must find her.”


    Nte’s expression softened with admiration. “Sadie, I believe you will.”


    Sadie nodded, returning her attention to the design drafts on her desk, her determination clear. She couldn’t afford to be swallowed by grief; she had too much to achieve.


    Picking up a pen, she began to draw.


    “Nte,” she said suddenly, looking up. “Could you help me trace this number?”


    Nte nodded, her response immediate. “I’ll do it right away,” she promised, then left the office.


    One hour passed, and Sadie remained distracted, until a knock at the door pierced the silence. Nte entered.


    “I found it, Sadie,” she said. “It’s a number from Slimron.”


    Sadie felt a sudden drop in her heart.


    “Is there any more information?” Her voice was a hoarse whisper, barely audible.


    Nte shook her head. “I’m sorry, Sadie, just the location.”


    Sadie slumped into her chair, overwhelmed by a sense of defeat.


    The greater the hope, the sharper the disappointment.


    How many times had she felt this hope surge, only to be crushed?


    In her quest to find her mother, she was reaching her breaking point.


    “Sadie…” Nte’s voice was tinged with sympathy.


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    After a long pause, Sadie looked up, her eyes red and swollen. “I need to go to Slimron.”


    “Now?” Nte’s eyes widened in surprise.


    Sadie nodded. “Yes, now.”


    She couldn’t dy. Her heart pounded with resolve. She had to go to Slimron.


    Returning to Myrtlewood Estate, she quickly packed a small suitcase with essential items and a few changes of clothes.


    As she was about to step out, she took onest look at the empty vi. Noah had been away for a while.


    She nned to make a quick trip and return within two days.


    She grabbed her phone and texted Nte. “I’m off to Slimron now. Please look after the studio.”


    Without waiting for a reply, she left.


    Night had fallen, and the city lights sparkled.


    The airport terminal buzzed with activity, filled with the sounds of hurried travelers.


    Dragging her suitcase, Sadie navigated through the crowd, her determination clear in her stride.


    “Excuse me, ma’am. Do you need any help?” a uniformed airport staff member approached and asked.


    Sadie shook her head. “That’s very kind of you. Thanks, but I’m okay.”


    She proceeded directly to the check-in counter andpleted her boarding procedures.


    In the waiting lounge, Sadie found a secluded corner, took out her phone, and dialed the mysterious number again.


    Still, there was no answer.


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