Chapter 105

Chapter 105:

“What do you mean by that? I’m blind to what?” Noah’s expression darkened.

Jim remained silent, only gesturing towards the door as he told Noah and Kyla, “I have to go in and see to the patient. Wait here, please.”

“Why should I stay out? Sadie is my wife,” Noah retorted, puzzled.

This was not the first time Jim had come to his house to attend to Sadie, and Jim hadn’t asked him to leave them alone before.

Noah eyed Jim with suspicion, his gaze piercing. “You’ve been close to Sadie lately. Are you hiding things from me?”

Jim felt a tightness in his chest, his gaze flickering.

He doubted Noah’s abilities as a father. Resolute, he was prepared to shield Sadie’s secret pregnancy from him.

Jim steadied himself, drawing in a deep breath to quell the turmoil churning inside.

Lifting his gaze to Noah, he let out a sharp, pointed remark. “Mr. Big Shot, of course, you can go in. But are you certain you won’t make things worse? If the patient refuses to cooperate and I can’t treat her, don’t come pointing fingers at me.”

Noah’s brows furrowed tighter, his eyes clouded with confusion and hesitation.

His lips pressed into a thin line, but no words came.

Jim didn’t press. Instead, he simply swung open the door to the master bedroom, stepping to the side with a slight, almost dismissive wave. “This is your house, your kingdom. Naturally, you can go in if you wish.” He met Noah’s gaze with a steady one of his own. “But if things go south, that’s on you.”

Noah’s jaw tightened, his expression hardening. He could feel the weight behind Jim’s words.

Jim’s forthrightness made Noah second-guess his own suspicions.

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His mind flashed back to that morning—Sadie refusing to open the door, her coldness gnawing at his patience. A surge of frustration bubbled to the surface.

“Forget it,” Noah snapped, his voice laced with defiance and something unspoken beneath. “It’s not like I wanted to go in anyway.” He spun on his heel to leave, but his steps weren’t as sure as his words. There was a slight hesitation, a flicker of something uncertain in his stride.

Through the ajar door, Sadie heard every word.

She lay curled on the bed, her face ghostly pale, eyes staring into nothingness.

She had long known Noah didn’t care. Her heart, already numb, felt like it was being cut by a knife, yet she felt nothing.

A bitter, self-mocking smile tugged at her lips, as if she were laughing at the foolish hopes she’d once clung to.

Without a word, Jim quietly closed the door, shutting out Noah’s final, wavering glance.

Silence settled over the room, broken only by the soft, shallow rhythm of Sadie’s breathing.

Jim’s footsteps were soft as he approached the bed. His eyes filled with concern as he studied Sadie’s pale, unmoving face. “Are you all right?” he asked gently, his voice low and careful.

Sadie remained silent, lying still as if she were nothing more than a hollow shell, a puppet with its strings cut.

Jim let out a quiet sigh, sitting on the edge of the bed. He reached out to feel her forehead, his touch light. “It’s alright. The fever isn’t too high.”

But then, without warning, Sadie stirred.

She shot up abruptly, her eyes wild, glinting with a desperate, almost frantic light.

Before Jim could react, she seized his hand. Her fingers were ice-cold, but her grip was fierce, unrelenting.

Then, to his utter shock, Sadie slid off the bed and dropped to her knees with a dull thud.

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