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    Once the doctor exited, shutting the door behind him, Alex reached for Sadie’s hand. It was icy to the touch, her fingers twitching as though she was trapped in a nightmare.


    “Sadie… As long as you’re safe, that’s all that matters. I should have done more to protect you.”


    Hours turned into a full day, yet she remained unresponsive.


    A new wave of unease gripped Alex. He sought out the doctor again, his voice betraying his growing fear. “Why hasn’t she woken up? Is something wrong?”


    The doctor ran another set of tests, his brows knitting together.


    “From all the indicators, the patient is indeed not in any critical condition. Her extended unconsciousness is most likely due to psychological distress.”


    “Psychological distress?”


    “Yes, it’s a defense mechanism triggered by extreme emotional turmoil. Medication won’t be very effective in this case. The best approach is to surround her with familiar faces andforting items—something that might encourage her to wake up,” the doctor exined, his tone tinged with helplessness.


    Alex froze.


    Had Noah’s condition been such a crushing blow to Sadie? Was the weight of it so unbearable that she preferred to remain unconscious rather than face reality?


    Suddenly, Alex straightened, realizing that Sadie’s deepest concern had to be Averi.


    Without hesitation, he instructed Stan to bring the child over. Averi dashed to the bedside, his tiny voice repeatedly calling, “Mommy,” while tears streamed down his cheeks.


    Yet, Sadie remained motionless.


    “Alex, what’s wrong with Mommy?” Averi’s worried eyes, reddened from crying, searched Alex’s face.


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    A pang of sorrow tightened Alex’s chest. He knelt beside the boy, gently stroking his hair. “Averi, don’t worry. Mommy is just resting. When she wakes up, she’ll y with you again.”


    Averi nodded, his small fingers gripping Alex’s coat tightly.


    “I’ll wait with you until Mommy wakes up.”


    Sadie remained unconscious, her face contorted with distress.


    In the depths of her mind, only darkness existed.


    She ran frantically, searching for a way out, but there was none.


    Then, a faint light emerged ahead.


    She sprinted toward it, clinging to the hope it offered. As it drew nearer, its shape became clearer—a tall figure.


    It was Noah.


    He stood there, his presencemanding attention, yet distant.


    Sadie’s heart pounded. “Noah! Noah!” she called desperately.


    But he didn’t react. He remained still, as if unaware of her presence. She rushed forward, reaching for his coat, but her fingers passed through him.


    He wasn’t real—just a shadow.


    “Noah, please look at me!” she pleaded, her voice cracking with anguish. Slowly, he turned, his gaze cold and unfamiliar, as if she were a stranger.


    Then, he stepped back.


    “No! Don’t leave me, Noah!” Sadie screamed, chasing after him. But no matter how fast she ran, she couldn’t reach him.


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