?Chapter 547:


    Sadiey quietly on the bed, her eyes closed, herplexion ghostly pale.


    It appeared she was sleeping, yet she seemed lost in a world of her own, unresponsive to her surroundings.


    Noah paused after reading each passage, his gaze lingering on her.


    “Sadie,” he whispered gently.


    But still, there was no response.


    Her eyshes twitched slightly, reminiscent of a butterfly’s delicate wings.


    A sharp pang gripped Noah’s heart, as if it were being squeezed by an unseen hand.


    He resumed reading, also sharing snippets of the outside world.


    “Sadie, the weather is beautiful today—bright sunshine and a gentle breeze. The hospital garden is bursting with vibrant flowers. Once you’re better, I’ll take you there. What do you think? Also, the new project at mypany is going well. Everyone’s putting in a lot of effort. We’ll have a celebration when you’re better, okay?”


    Noah’s voice faded into silence.


    He took Sadie’s hand in his, noting its chill.


    He sped it between his palms, trying to transfer some warmth.


    “Ahem… Ahem…” A discreet cough from the doorway announced Breck’s presence. He was holding a bowl of steaming tonic soup while standing at the door.


    “Mr. Wall, it’s time for Mrs. Wall’s tonic,” Breck said quietly.


    Noah nodded, epting the bowl. He gently spooned some soup to Sadie’s lips.


    “Sadie, try to have some soup. It’s good for you,” he said softly, as ifforting a child.


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    Sadie remained still, her eyes closed.


    Patiently, Noah continued to feed her, one spoonful at a time. The soup was bitter, causing Sadie’s eyebrows to knit together slightly, though she offered no resistance or attempt to spit it out.


    A warm feeling spread through Noah’s chest.


    After she had taken all the soup, Noah delicately wiped her mouth with a napkin.


    His touch was careful and tender, as if he were handling something precious.


    “Mr. Wall, about Averi…” Breck began hesitantly.


    “What about Averi?” Noah’s brow furrowed.


    “He’s insisting on seeing Mrs. Wall. We’ve tried to soothe him, but he’s adamant,” Breck exined, his expression troubled.


    Noah paused for a moment before responding, “Bring him here.” Breck hesitated, then voiced his concern. “But, Mrs. Wall’s current condition… I’m worried…”


    “It’s okay,” Noah said quickly. “Let hime. Maybe he can reach Sadie.”


    Breck nodded and left to fetch Averi.


    Soon after, Breck returned with Averi in tow.


    Averi, d in pajamas adorned with cartoon characters, rubbed his eyes, looking puzzled.


    “Mr. Wall, what’s wrong with Mommy?” Averi asked innocently, standing beside the bed and gazing at Sadie.


    Noah lifted Averi onto the bed next to Sadie.


    “Mommy is very sick and needs to rest,” Noah exined gently.


    “Mommy is sick? When will she be better?” Averi’s small face was filled with concern.


    “Mommy will feel like herself again soon,” Noah reassured him, stroking his head.


    Averi gently touched Sadie’s cheek with his little hand.


    “Mommy, I miss you so much. Please get well soon,” he whispered, his voice breaking slightly.


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