Chapter 103

Chapter 103:

His words carried a note of reprimand yet were underscored by genuine concern.

Kyla clenched her fists, her nails pressing into her palms.

In her mind, if Sadie succumbed to her illness, all the better—she wouldn’t have to get her hands dirty at all.

At that moment, the master bedroom door creaked open.

Sadie stood there, her complexion ghostly, a sheen of sweat glistening faintly on her brow, her body emanating frailty and fatigue.

“How many times do I have to repeat myself? I don’t want to eat,” she muttered, her voice barely above a whisper, trembling with frustration.

Noah’s face softened immediately. He stepped closer, extending a hand to check her forehead.

“Are you feeling alright?” he inquired, concern lacing his words. Yet, Sadie turned away sharply, her cheeks shadowed with a mix of hurt and defiance.

A flicker of bitterness tightened her lips.

Yesterday’s harshness from Noah had left her reeling, not just emotionally but physically too, leading to complications in her pregnancy and a burning fever.

All of it was his fault. Now he dared to show concern? Was she seriously supposed to let this go? No way in hell!

“Just leave me alone,” she said, her voice cold and flat, slicing through the tense air.

Noah shifted his attention to Rosa, who was standing nearby, unease written on her face. “Rosa, make some plain soup,” he instructed firmly.

His gaze briefly met Kyla’s, who stood not far away. He acknowledged her with nothing more than a dismissive glance before turning back to Sadie with a commanding tone that brooked no argument. “Go back and lie down. I’m calling the doctor now.”

A pang of anxiety gripped Sadie’s heart, pulling a rash, desperate response from her.

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“Don’t!” The word escaped her lips with a tremor, betraying her fear.

“I’ll just stay warm and sweat this thing away.”

The looming threat of a doctor’s visit terrified her.

It would unveil her secret pregnancy, a revelation she feared Noah would never accept.

This child was both her last beacon of hope and her deepest vulnerability.

Noah’s brow deepened into a troubled furrow as he pressed on,

“You’ve been throwing up lately and are burning up with a fever now. You’re clearly unwell, yet you stubbornly refuse to see a doctor. Are you hiding something from me?” His tone was demanding, laced with concern and frustration.

Sadie averted her gaze, her eyes darting nervously, betraying her reluctance to confront his questioning.

“Of course not,” she replied, her voice a strained whisper of feigned calm. “It’s just… doctors tend to pry too much into my life.”

On the sidelines, Kyla observed the tense exchange with a simmering blend of jealousy and resentment.

Her eyes lowered, masking the storm brewing within.

Seriously? Sadie thought Noah would care about her with this act? She was dumber than she looked.

Noah, his face a mask of stoic indifference, whipped out his phone. His long fingers danced across the screen with practiced ease as he made a call.

“You’ve been in Jim’s care before. It’s just another check-up. Why act like it’s a big deal now?” he questioned, his voice smooth.

At the mention of “Jim,” a visible wave of relief washed over Sadie. Jim was among the few who knew of her pregnancy and had vowed to keep it a secret.

She trusted him implicitly, and the mere thought of his support seemed to soothe her fraying nerves.

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