Chapter 106

Chapter 106:

“Please.” The word tore from her throat, hoarse and raw, trembling with emotions she had buried for far too long. “Help me.”

Jim’s heart lurched. He quickly reached down, flustered, and helped her back to her feet. “Sadie, what’s wrong?” he asked, his voice urgent but gentle. “What happened? I was told you were just sick.” He held her by the arms, his steady hands trying to calm her.

Sadie fought to keep her tears at bay, her voice trembling as she forced out the words. “Noah has me trapped here… cut off from everyone. I need to get out. Please, can you help me?” Her eyes locked onto Jim’s, her desperation palpable.

Jim froze, the weight of her plea pressing down on him. “Well…” He trailed off, torn between empathy and concern.

He knew all too well how ruthless Noah could be. If Noah ever found out he’d helped Sadie escape, the fallout would be catastrophic. The mere thought of Noah’s wrath sent a trickle of sweat down Jim’s temple.

Sadie saw the hesitation flicker across his face. She inhaled deeply, steadying herself, her voice soft but resolute. “Don’t worry. I won’t drag you into this any more than necessary. Just… distract the guards downstairs. That’s all I need. I’ll take care of the rest.” Her tone was calm, but her eyes burned with fierce determination. She was ready to risk everything.

Jim wavered, the logic gnawing at him.

It wasn’t much—just a simple diversion.

Harmless enough, or so it seemed.

As if sensing his internal struggle, Sadie pressed her advantage. Her trembling hand moved to her abdomen.

“Yesterday…” she whispered, her voice cracking. “Noah carried me back. It… it put the pregnancy at risk.” She swallowed hard, her words thick with emotion. “And today, I’ve been running a fever.”

She lifted her gaze to meet Jim’s, her eyes swimming with a mix of despair and silent pleading.

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“If I stay here any longer… I’ll either be forced into an abortion when he finds out about the pregnancy… or I’ll lose the baby from his neglect.”

Her words hung heavy in the air. She squeezed her eyes shut, and the tears she’d fought so hard to hold back finally broke free, trailing down her pale cheeks.

“Either way…” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “I can’t keep the baby… For the sake of my child… I have to leave.”

Jim stood frozen, feeling as though two warring voices clashed inside his mind.

One screamed at him to back away, to avoid entanglement in this mess. Noah’s wrath wasn’t just dangerous—it was catastrophic. Getting involved could ruin him.

But the other voice, softer yet more insistent, tugged at his conscience. It was the voice of compassion, of duty, reminding him of why he became a doctor in the first place: to save lives.

His eyes drifted to Sadie—her haunted, pleading gaze, the tear-streaked cheeks, and her trembling hand resting protectively over her abdomen. It felt like something had pierced through his chest, striking the very core of him.

Jim remembered his oath, the promise he’d made to protect life in all its forms, no matter the cost.

The battle within him settled. Compassion outweighed fear.

“Alright, fine,” Jim said, his voice low but unwavering as he gritted his teeth. “I’ll help you.”

Sadie gazed at Jim, her eyes brimming with gratitude, tears gleaming as though she had clung to a lifeline in the midst of a storm.

“I won’t forget this—I’ll pay you back when the time comes,” she stated, her voice thick with emotion, each word laden with raw sincerity. Jim caught the shimmer of genuine thanks in her eyes, feeling an unexpected warmth bloom in his chest.

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