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    Could Noah really show such kindness? That seemed far-fetched.


    Their rtionship had crumbled into nothing more than lingering bitterness. What more was there to hope for?


    Sadie clutched the thermal container tightly, her heart heavy with confusion and anxiety.


    The scent of chicken broth filled the room, yet she didn’t take a single sip. She merely held the container until her knuckles turned white.


    Eventually, she set it aside on the table and turned her attention to Laura, who slept with a peaceful expression.


    Waves of guilt surged within her, crashing over her already-frayed emotions.


    Her mother was missing. Her grandmother was ill.


    Sadie felt utterly powerless in the face of everything.


    She thought of the immense power the Wall family wielded—overwhelming, unreachable.


    What could she possibly do against them?


    “Grandma…” Sadie whispered, her voice breaking as she pressed Laura’s hand to her cheek.


    “I’m sorry. I feel so helpless…”


    Tears slipped down her cheeks, soaking Laura’s frail hand.


    Just then, the door to the ward opened softly, and several unfamiliar doctors stepped inside.


    Dressed in crisp white coats, none of them were familiar to Sadie.


    An elderly specialist led the group, distinguished by silver hair and gold-rimmed sses. He carried himself with quiet authority.


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    Sadie rose, her eyes wide with surprise.


    “Good evening, Miss Hudson,” the specialist said gently. “We’ve been assembled by the hospital as a specialist team to consult on your grandmother’s case.”


    Startled, Sadie instinctively looked at their name tags.


    “International Cardiology Association…”


    “Mayo Clinic, Maradeiris…”


    Her breath caught.


    These weren’t just any doctors—they were world-renowned experts.


    A flicker of hope stirred within her. Could it be… Noah?


    She immediately shook the thought off.


    It seemed impossible. Why would Noah help? He’d probably rather see her grandmother disappear from their lives.


    “Miss Hudson?” the elder doctor’s kind voice pulled her back from her thoughts.


    Sadie wiped her tears and gave a small bow.


    “Oh—hello. Thank you all so much foring.”


    The specialists gathered around Laura’s bed, beginning their thorough evaluation.


    Sadie remained close, watching every move with her heart pounding.


    Time slowed as she waited for their conclusion.


    Finally, the examination ended.


    “Miss Hudson,” said the elderly specialist, removing his sses with care. His voice was steady and reassuring.


    “Your grandmother’s condition is stable for now. Continued observation and treatment are necessary, but we’ve developed aprehensive n. With care, her chances of recovery are high.”


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