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    Laura’splexion paled, her lips quivering. “You’re wrong! Sadie isn’t like that.”


    Isabel scoffed, unwilling to engage further with Laura. She turned sharply. “I came here solely to advise you to keep your granddaughter away from my son. She’s not fit for him.”


    K stayed behind as Isabel left. She approached Laura, her expression feigning concern. “Mrs. Stewart, try not to be too distressed. Actually, there’s something Sadie hasn’t told you. I just discovered it recently…”


    “What are you implying?” Laura asked, her pulse quickening.


    K exhaled deeply. “You might not be aware, but Averi… he isn’t Noah’s son. He’s Sadie’s child with another man.”


    Laura’s breathing intensified. She gripped the armrest of the sofa, herplexion turning ghostly.


    Wasn’t Alex Averi’s father? Since when was he Noah’s son? What was happening? How could Sadie have done this?


    “Consider this: Averi is nearly three years old. That means, three years ago, Sadie…” K paused for effect, then added, “Noah and I share true love. Sadie is the other woman.”


    “No… it can’t be…” Laura whispered, her vision blurring, her heart weighed down by sorrow.


    “Are you all right, Mrs. Stewart?” K asked, her toneced with false concern as a glint of satisfaction flickered in her eyes.


    Laura tried to respond, but words failed her. She leaned back slowly, falling onto the sofa.


    “Mrs. Stewart! Mrs. Stewart!” K shouted, pretending to be rmed, yet she made no move to assist.


    Laura eventually slumped onto the sofa, her face ashen, her breaths shallow. Meanwhile, in her studio, Sadie was engrossed in herptop, her fingers dancing across the drawing tablet.


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    She was so focused that the world around her seemed to vanish, leaving only the design before her. Then, a sudden unease crept over her, causing her to furrow her brows in concern.


    “What’s wrong, Sadie?” Nte, noticing her unusual demeanor, asked with worry.


    Sadie massaged her forehead. “It’s nothing, really. I’m just feeling a bit worn out.” She attempted to push aside the difort, trying to focus on her work, yet the feeling lingered, like a persistent sting in her heart.


    Suddenly, her phone rang, piercing the quiet of the studio.


    Sadie saw that it was from Myrtlewood Estate, and a chill ran through her.


    “Hello?” she answered, her voice shaky.


    “Mrs. Wall, your grandma… she suffered a heart attack, and we’ve rushed her to the hospital,” Breck said, his voice breaking with emotion.


    “What?” Sadie’s head spun, as if struck by something hard. The tablet ttered to the floor from her grasp.


    “My grandmother… what happened? How could this be?” Sadie stammered, her words barely holding together.


    “Mrs. Stewart copsed suddenly at home. You need toe quickly!” Breck urged.


    Her vision blurred, but Sadie steadied herself against the desk, inhaling deeply to regainposure.


    “Which hospital? I’m on my way,” she managed to say, her words deliberate.


    After receiving the details, Sadie hung up, grabbed her coat, and rushed out.


    “What happened, Sadie?” Nte, rmed by her friend’s ghostly pallor and frantic manner, asked, pressing for an exnation.


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