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    “Yes. Miss Hudson has undergone significant psychological trauma, which has triggered a defensive shutdown in her brain. She’s disconnecting from the outside world to protect herself,” Briggs continued. “This condition isplex and will require long-term psychological counseling and careful management. We must avoid exposing her to any further stress, as the consequences could be severe.”


    “Any further stress…” Noah echoed, his heart breaking.


    The damage inflicted by the thugs wasn’t just physical; it was deeply psychological.


    “I understand, Dr. Turner,” Noah’s voice was rough with emotion. “I’ll take all precautions to shield her from further harm.”


    “Mr. Wall, it’s important to grasp the gravity of this situation,” Briggs nodded. “Right now, Miss Hudson needs stability and trust. Patience and consistent care will be key to helping her step back into the light.”


    “Thank you, Dr. Turner. I appreciate your guidance,” Noah responded, striving forposure.


    “That’s our responsibility. Please excuse us,” Briggs said as he and his team departed.


    The hospital director approached cautiously. “Mr. Wall, we’ll step out now. Should you need anything, please let us know.”


    Noah dismissed them with a wave, signaling that they could leave. Alone outside the ward, Noah paused at the door, peering through the ss at Sadie lying on the bed.


    She was turned away from the door, curled up under the nket as though cocooning herself from the world. Quietly, he pushed the door open and entered.


    The room was silent except for the soft beeping of a monitor. Noah moved towards the bed, each step deliberate, wary of disturbing Sadie.


    He observed her back, her shoulders quivering slightly. It was as if she was holding back a deep-seated anguish.


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    “Sadie…” Noah called gently, his voice soft as a whisper, a tremor barely perceptible.


    Yet, Sadie remained still, curled up and silent, unresponsive to his presence.


    Noah felt a heavy weight in his chest.


    “Sadie, would you like to see Averi?” he asked gently.


    He understood that Averi was dear to Sadie, the one she cherished most.


    “If you’d like, I can arrange for him toe here immediately,” he added.


    Sadie’s body tensed, yet she remained silent and unmoving.


    Noah felt a surge of disappointment.


    “Sadie, I understand you’re hurting and don’t want to speak right now. That’s okay… Just rest. I won’t bother you. I’ll be right outside, not going anywhere. If you need anything, just call me,” Noah said softly, his voiceden with helplessness and sorrow.


    He gave Sadie a deep, meaningful look before quietly exiting the room and gently closing the door behind him.


    As soon as the door clicked shut, Sadie sat up abruptly.


    She sped her head in her hands, her body shaking as she cried without making a sound.


    Tears flooded down her cheeks, drenching her clothes, mirroring the anguish in her heart.


    She yearned to scream, to release all her pent-up pain, but no sounds emerged. She could only cry silently, enduring her torment in solitude.


    Outside, Noah leaned against the wall, listening to the faint sounds of Sadie’s sobs, feeling as though his heart was splitting.


    He stayed outside her room all night.


    He didn’t go back to the office or home, nor did he sit down to rest. Nurses approached several times, urging him to take a break, but he declined each offer.


    Noah knew Sadie needed someone, and even if she didn’t want him close, he couldn’t bring himself to leave.


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