Holden nodded casually but didnât say anything.
Of course, he wasnât surprised by that.
If Sadie hadnât come to him, he would have gone to her.
When he got to his office and pushed open the door, he found Sadie sitting on the couch.
Sadieâs face was pale, and her eyes were red and swollen, It seemed like she had been crying for a long time.
As soon as she saw Holden, tears flowed down her cheeks again.
âWhere have you been? I waited for you all day yesterday, but you never came back.
â
Holden looked at her coldly, his gaze clearly expressing emotional detachment.
When he opened his mouth, his tone was flat and devoid of emotion.
âWhy were you waiting for me? You should be with Zayden now.
You donât need to come visit me.
â
Upon hearing this, Sadie cried even harder.
She lowered her head and begged in tears, âI know I messed up.
I made a terrible mistake.
Please, give me another chance.
As long as youâre willing to marry me, Iâll do anything.
I will do whatever it takes to make you forgive me.
Holden, please donât push me away.
I promise I will be a good wife to you.
â
She cried bitterly, but Holden didnât spare her another glance.
He leisurely sat down in a chair and said calmly, âIâve already given you many chances.
You canât expect to have opportunities at will.
Youâve never valued the opportunities you had.
â
With tears filling her eyes, Sadie slowly crouched down next to Holden.
She looked at him and muttered, âHolden, we once loved each other.
Adele is proof.
Please give me another chance for Adeleâs sakeâ¦â
As Sadie spoke, she grabbed Holdenâs hand and placed it on her belly.
She added, âMoreover, Iâm still carrying your child.
You canât be so heartless as to abandon me when I am pregnant.
Please, Iâm begging you.
I donât want to be with Zayden.
Youâre the only one I love.
â
âSo youâre saying youâre carrying my baby now?â Holdenâs laugh was cold, mocking, as he withdrew his hand and fixed Sadie with an icy stare.
âSadie, have I ever laid a hand on you? Surely, you know the answer to that.
â
Yet, Sadieâs gaze remained unflinching, her eyes brimming with pain and despair.
âThat night, you were lost to the drink.
Do you not recall your actions?â
Tears streamed down her face as she locked eyes with Holden, her voice laced with deep-seated resentment.
âDo you even remember whom you mistook me for that night? You thought I was Ariana!â
Her voice rose, breaking with emotion.
âI have borne this burden silently, but why? Why do you refuse to acknowledge our child? This is your child!â
Holdenâs composure momentarily wavered upon her declaration, his countenance turning grave.
If he had indeed mistaken her for Ariana that night, maybe⦠Doubt began to gnaw at him, planting seeds of uncertainty.
Overwhelmed, Sadie gasped for air amidst her sobs, her distress manifesting so acutely that she found herself kneeling, clutching her chest.
Holden realized the gravity of her condition-a heart attack was seizing her.
He was about to summon help to rush her to the hospital when Sadie clutched at his sleeve, her breaths coming in ragged gasps, her face contorted in agony.
But her eyes never left Holdenâs.
âIâm bearing your child.
You cannot turn your back on your own blood,â she said.
Holden furrowed his brows in confusion and disbelief.
He had always been certain that his actions under the influence of alcohol could never lead to such consequences.
Yet, witnessing Sadieâs unwavering conviction, especially after her claims of mistaken identity, sowed seeds of doubt in his mind.
Could it be possible that he had indeed slept with her that night?
As Sadie clung to him, her breathing labored and desperate, Holden realized the urgency of the situation.
Without hesitation, he accompanied her to the hospital.