Chapter 208

Chapter 208:

Kyla froze for a moment, a brief flicker of panic crossing her face before she masked it with an innocent expression. “Noah, what are you talking about? I’ve just returned from Amberhollow. I don’t know anything. What did Jordyn and Beccy do?”

Her eyes widened as she feigned complete ignorance.

Noah studied her carefully, searching her face for any sign of deceit. After a moment, he let it go.

Kyla’s act was convincing as always.

He sneered inwardly but maintained a stoic exterior. “It’s nothing. You can leave.”

Relieved, Kyla exhaled softly and said gently, “Then get some rest. Good night.”

She exited the villa, her high heels echoing against the floor.

Outside, Kyla quickly pulled out her phone and made a call. The line connected, and a tearful voice filled her ear. “Miss Wade…” It was Jordyn.

Kyla’s voice turned cold, devoid of any sympathy. “Stop crying! Did you complete the task or not?”

“Miss Wade, I’ve lost my job, and Beccy has been taken away. I—”

“Idiots!” Kyla snapped mercilessly. “You couldn’t even manage something this simple.”

Her fingers tightened around the phone, her nails digging into her palm. Kyla had planned everything with precision to tarnish Sadie’s reputation, yet Jordyn hadn’t done her part properly.

Subdued by Kyla’s rebuke, Jordyn stifled her sobs, reducing them to quiet sniffles.

“Enough! Stop crying!” Kyla snapped, her impatience clear. “Crying won’t fix this. Listen carefully to what you need to do next…”

She lowered her voice to a sinister whisper, outlining the subsequent phases of her scheme.

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As the night deepened, the streetlights cast Kyla’s shadow across the pavement, elongating it into a sinister silhouette.

She ended the call, her expression swiftly shifting back to one of calm poise, the very image of refined elegance.

Regaining her composure, she walked toward the car waiting by the roadside. She needed rest; tomorrow promised another scene in her elaborate scheme.

Kyla slid into the car, and the driver ignited the engine.

Meanwhile, in the hospital, the stark white lights bathed Sadie in a pale glow, making her complexion appear almost ghostly.

Her hands gripped the bone marrow puncture report, her knuckles turning white.

The doctor adjusted his glasses, his voice heavy with gravity. “Miss Hudson, your child’s condition is quite severe. He’s been diagnosed with acute lymphoblastic leukemia. A bone marrow transplant is imperative at this stage.”

Sadie’s lips quivered, her voice barely a whisper. “Doctor, is there truly no alternative?”

The doctor exhaled deeply. “I’m afraid there’s no other viable treatment. We need a transplant, and the best chance for a match comes from the child’s biological father.”

“Biological father…” Sadie murmured the words, the realization hitting her like a thunderclap, echoing in her mind.

Her heart clenched painfully, the ache radiating through her chest.

The child’s biological father was Noah.

But she couldn’t let him find out Averi was his son. Not ever. If Noah knew Averi was his, based on his current attitude toward her, Sadie feared he would take Averi away.

And with his upcoming marriage to Kyla, Averi would inevitably be caught in the crossfire.

As Sadie struggled to control her emotions, her voice came out hoarse. “Doctor, is there any alternative aside from the child’s biological father?”

The doctor met her gaze, his eyes reflecting a trace of pity. “We can search the bone marrow registry, though it’s less likely to find a match.”

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