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    What could this be?


    She continued to sift through the documents, encountering more photos and reports.


    Among them, she uncovered the specifics of a vehicr ident, including the driver’s identity and screenshots from the surveince footage at the scene.


    Sadie’s heart raced, her breath catching.


    “Ryder…” she whispered, staring at the driver’s name.


    The name Ryder sparked an intense reaction.


    Three years earlier, she had been the victim of a hit-and-run, leaving heratose for an extended period.


    She had longed to uncover the identity of the driver and their reason for fleeing.


    Now, the answer was right in front of her.


    Ryder had been behind the wheel during her traumatic ident.


    These were evidently the fruits of Noah’s investigation.


    Had Noah been investigating this since she left three years ago?


    Overwhelmed by her findings, Sadie felt a surge ofplex emotions.


    Caught in this whirl of feelings, she found herself bewildered.


    She carefully returned the documents to the folder and ced it back where it belonged.


    She returned to her desk but found concentrating on work impossible. What drove Noah to dig into this case? Was he doing it for her, or was there something else at y?


    Her mind buzzed with endless questions, creating a chaotic whirl of thoughts. Theputer screen’s glow illuminated Sadie’s weary face.


    Rubbing her tired eyes, she tried to refocus, yet her thoughts kept returning to the folder, to that name—Ryder.


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    Ovee by fatigue, she eventually drifted off to sleep at her desk.


    In her half-asleep state, she felt someone lift her gently; the familiar scent of cologne enveloped her,forting and warm.


    The next morning, when Sadie awoke, she found herself lying in bed under a light nket.


    Just then, Breck came in with breakfast.


    “Thank you forst night,” she said, assuming it was Breck who had carried her back to her room and covered her with the nket.


    Breck wore a puzzled expression and asked, “Mrs. Wall, what did you say?”


    Sadie responded, “I was thanking you for carrying me back to my room.”


    Breck’s confusion deepened. “I haven’t done that, Mrs. Wall. I only arrived this morning.”


    Sadie froze. If not Breck, then who?


    Breck seemed to recall something and hurriedly said, “Ah, Mr. Wall came homest night.”


    “He’s back?” Sadie asked, her voiceced with surprise.


    “Yes, Mrs. Wall. Mr. Wall returnedtest night. He must have seen you asleep in the study and carried you back to your room,” Breck exined.


    Sadie felt a rush of warmth andfort at the realization that it had been Noah, after all.


    “Mr. Wall also mentioned that he would be back on time this evening for dinner with you and Averi,” Breck added.


    Sadie was even more taken aback by this, and her fingers instinctively tightened around her coffee mug. Noah wasing back for dinner?


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