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    A wave of embarrassment washed over Sadie, making her want to disappear right then and there.


    With all her strength, she shoved Noah away, shouting, “Noah Wall, have you lost your mind? You’repletely insane.”


    Noah, taken aback, stumbled but quickly recovered, his lips twisting into a smirk.


    Straightening his cor, which Sadie had rumpled, he retorted coolly, “You’re the best judge of whether I’m insane?”


    Sadie trembled, struggling to regain herposure.


    “Give me back my son!” she demanded, her voice firm despite her shaking.


    Noah’s gaze was inscrutable—deep and dark. “Sadie, just return to Myrtlewood Estate and I promise, no harm wille to any of you.”


    His tone was threatening, with a hint of anticipation barely detectable beneath the surface.


    Sadie froze.


    Myrtlewood Estate… the ce that had once been her and Noah’s home, the site of so many past terrors. How could she possibly consider returning there?


    But Noah had Averi.


    Her mind whirled with turmoil, fear shing with resolve.


    She couldn’t risk Averi’s safety.


    She had to protect him.


    Yet, considering the n already in motion, perhaps returning to Myrtlewood Estate could offer her a front-row seat to a good show.


    Sadie clenched her fists, her resolve hardening.


    Slowly, she raised her head.


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    “Alright…” Her voice was faint, barely audible. “I agree…” She capitted.


    Noah’s expression softened as he gazed into her weary eyes. He pulled her close, resting his chin on her head, and murmured, “That’s my good girl. I won’t hurt you. Everything will be fine.”


    Sadie bit her lip to stifle her tears, her body as tense as stone.


    “Wee back, Mr. and Mrs. Wall,” Breck’s voice echoed through the grand entrance of Myrtlewood Estate. Alongside him, a line of servants bowed deeply.


    It was a reception befitting esteemed guests rather than the estate’s rightful residents.


    Noah escorted Sadie into the vi, his grip firm and unyielding. She remained silent, her thoughts a chaotic whirl.


    “Mommy!” Averi’s voice snapped Sadie out of her reverie.


    She turned to see Averi at the dining table, delighting in a piece of exquisite cake. His face was yfully smeared with cream, reminiscent of a kitten that had dipped its whiskers into milk.


    Relief washed over Sadie at the sight of her son safe and content.


    “Averi,” she murmured as she approached him, her voice soft as she stroked his hair.


    “Mommy, you’re finally here! I’ve been waiting so long,” Averi said, his smile bright, showing off his small white teeth.


    Sadie’s heart twisted with a mix of joy and sorrow.


    “Averi has been very well-behaved, waiting for you two to return,” Breck added timely, bringing a formal tone to the warm moment. He turned to Noah with a deferential bow. “Mr. Wall, dinner is served. It includes all the favorite dishes of you, Mrs. Wall, and Averi. Shall we begin?”


    Noah gave a subtle nod of approval. He led Sadie to the dining table and personally served her a bowl of soup. “Try some soup to warm up,” he suggested, his tone gentle, a stark contrast to his earlier demeanor.


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