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    “Clear!” Bang!


    Sadie’s body jerked violently. The line on the monitor remained erratic.


    “Second charge. Ready! Clear!” Bang!


    The medical team repeated the process once more.


    Each time Sadie jerked, Noah felt a spark of hope, but then she would fall back onto the bed, limp and lifeless, and his heart would sink with hers.


    Noah could feel his legs weakening beneath him. The tips of his fingers had gone cold and mmy.


    He sped Sadie’s hand and whispered over and over, “Sadie, wake up… Please… Wake up… Sadie, I was wrong… I was so wrong… I shouldn’t have treated you like that..I shouldn’t have doubted you… Wake up, please. I swear, I will do anything you ask. Just open your eyes… Please…”


    His words faltered toward the end, his tears streaming freely down his face.


    It was the first time he allowed himself to be vulnerable in front of others—in front of a woman, no less.


    “Third charge. Ready!” The doctor’s voice rang out again, sounding more grave now. It was theirst attempt. If Sadie’s heart didn’t stabilize, they might lose her.


    “Clear!” Bang!


    Noah’s heart seemed to stop in time with Sadie’s body. He felt time itself freeze.


    One second, two seconds, three seconds…


    It felt like a lifetime, a century, an eternity.


    Beep—Beep—Beep—


    The monitor showed a steady heartbeat, a normal line.


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    “The patient is stable!” a nurse cried out.


    A collective sigh of relief swept through the medical team. The doctor leaned against the bed, wiping the sweat from his forehead.


    Noah, however, was still in a daze. He stared at the monitor, unable to react.


    “Are you all right, Mr. Wall?” the doctor asked, his concern evident.


    But Noah didn’t respond. He just tightened his grip on Sadie’s hand and pressed his thumb gently against the faint pulse on her wrist. Sadie wasn’tpletely out of danger yet, but she was alive.


    That was enough. It had to be enough—for now.


    As long as she was alive, there was still hope.


    Noah stayed by Sadie’s bedside for the next three days. He didn’t eat or drink, his attention never straying from the heart monitor. He didn’t want to miss even the slightest change.


    He sat motionless, like a statue. The only signs that he was alive were the steady rise and fall of his chest and the asional flutter of hisshes as he battled his inner demons.


    His eyes were sunken, and the stubble on his chin had grown, making him look haggard and deste.


    “Mr. Wall, you haven’t been back to thepany for several days now,” Samuel said quietly from the doorway. “The board isn’t pleased.”


    He had tried to persuade Noah multiple times to at least stop by Wall Group to handle urgent matters, but Noah remained steadfast in his refusal.


    “How are things at thepany?” Noah croaked.


    “Everything is more or less normal. However…” Samuel trailed off, obviously hesitant.


    Noah’s brows furrowed in suspicion. “However?”


    “The board is extremely dissatisfied with your absence. Word is that they are conspiring behind your back to… well, to overthrow you.” Samuel finished, bracing himself for Noah’s fury.


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