Chapter 107

Chapter 107:

He shifted his gaze away, an awkward gesture as he cleared his throat. “We don’t have to talk about that yet,” he replied, his voice striving for calm. “How are you feeling right now?”

He paused, a concerned look crossing his face before continuing, “You need to focus on your health first.”

As he spoke, Jim gently began to check Sadie’s condition.

His hands were careful as he listened to her heartbeat and delicately touched her slightly swollen belly. His brow furrowed deeply with concern.

“The fetus is showing signs of distress,” he announced, withdrawing his hand with a grave tone. “If the situation worsens, you might start bleeding, and that could be dangerous.”

At his words, a chill ran through Sadie, her complexion turning ghostly pale.

She gripped the bedsheet tightly, her knuckles whitening, a storm of fear and anxiety swirling in her heart.

Jim observed Sadie’s tense posture, his heart twinging with sympathy. He considered her condition thoughtfully, then offered a gentle suggestion. “It’s a mild fever, nothing too concerning. Put on a cooling patch, and I’ll prescribe something to help with the fever and keep your pregnancy stable. You have to take it,” he advised, his voice calm and reassuring.

He hesitated briefly before adding, “Once you’re feeling better, I’ll help you get out of here safely.”

Sadie paused, absorbing his words, then gave a slow, determined nod. The child growing inside her was her anchor in this vast, uncertain world. She couldn’t risk anything harming her unborn baby.

She needed to forge a secure future for them both, a life far away from Noah’s destructive reach. That meant vanishing completely—no traces left behind.

However, there were things to settle first. She needed to ensure Laura’s well-being and advance the secretive project Roy had promised to orchestrate for her, sidestepping Noah completely.

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Success in these tasks would mean a steady income, crucial for sustaining her and her child’s future.

As Jim began to pack his medical kit, signaling his departure, Sadie felt a surge of urgency.

“Dr. Archer!” she called out, her voice laced with hesitation and quiet desperation.

Jim paused, turning back to face her with an expression of soft concern. “What is it?” he inquired gently.

Sadie chewed on her lower lip, her nerves fluttering. After a torturous pause, she mustered the courage to ask, “Could I… borrow one thousand dollars from you?”

She dipped her head, her gaze anchored to the floor, cheeks tinged with the soft blush of embarrassment. The silence between them stretched, fraught with her anxiety.

She knew her request was bold, given the casual nature of her acquaintance with Jim.

But desperation had backed her into this tight corner, and she had nowhere else to turn.

Jim, for his part, seemed genuinely surprised, his eyebrows arching as he processed her unexpected plea.

To him, a thousand dollars was a mere pittance. But for Sadie, at this moment, that money was nothing short of survival.

“Absolutely,” Jim responded, his voice imbued with a warmth that underscored his willingness to help. “But since you can’t leave, what do you need the money for?”

A weary sigh slipped from Sadie’s lips as she cast her eyes downward.

“I need a phone,” she said, her words barely audible.

She wanted to get in touch with Alex.

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