Chapter 227

Chapter 227:

Kyla suppressed the panic rising in her chest and hurried over to him, slipping her arm around his. “Your phone fell on the floor earlier. I just picked it up for you.”

Today, Isabel had invited them over for dinner.

It had taken all of Kyla’s effort to convince Noah to agree.

Earlier, Isabel had pulled Noah upstairs to talk, leaving his phone downstairs, which was how Kyla received Sadie’s call.

Noah said nothing, merely giving her a brief glance before picking up his phone and walking out.

Kyla felt a wave of relief, yet a lingering sense of unease remained.

“Noah, dinner is ready. Why don’t you stay and have dinner with your mother before you go?” She took a few steps after him.

But Noah didn’t stop. He didn’t even look back, leaving without a word.

Kyla stood frozen in place, the smile on her face slowly fading.

Her hands balled into fists, her nails digging into her palms.

It was fine, she reassured herself. Once Sadie was completely out of the picture, Noah would eventually be hers. Sadie must be frantic now, like a cat on a hot tin roof.

The thought brought a cold smile to Kyla’s lips once more.

She would make sure Sadie understood—Sadie could never win against her.

A sharp sound of porcelain shattering came from upstairs, piercing through the air.

Kyla’s heart skipped a beat, a sense of foreboding washing over her.

She hurried upstairs, gently pushing open the slightly ajar door.

Inside, Isabel sat by the bed, her face ashen.

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Kyla approached cautiously, her voice filled with concern. “Isabel, are you alright? What happened?”

Isabel suddenly looked up, her eyes red with anger. “Noah’s defying me again, all for that wretched woman!”

Isabel’s well-maintained face was now twisted with pain and fury.

Kyla’s heart leapt with joy, but she put on a worried face as she gently held Isabel’s shoulders and softly comforted her. “Please don’t be upset. It’s not worth it to harm your health over this. Noah must have been momentarily blinded—”

“Blinded? He’s completely bewitched by that woman!” Isabel shook Kyla’s hands away, her tone sharp.

Kyla lowered her gaze. She gently patted Isabel’s back as she said, “Please calm down. Maybe Noah is just acting on impulse. Once he cools down, he’ll understand your good intentions.”

She paused for a moment, then added, “You’re the closest person to him after all.”

Isabel’s anger gradually subsided. She reached out and took Kyla’s hands. “Kyla, you’re so understanding, unlike that cursed woman, Sadie, who’s always trying to drive a wedge between me and my son!”

Noah strode out of the villa with a determined pace. Samuel, who had been lingering by the door, quickly followed. He opened his mouth to speak several times, each attempt faltering before words could form.

Finally, gathering his courage, he managed to break the silence. “Mr. Wall…”

Noah paused, turning slightly, his intense gaze sharp with impatience. “Yes, what is it?”

Gathering himself, Samuel continued, “There’s been a report from the person watching Miss Hudson. He reported… he reported that Averi is facing some complications.”

“What kind of complications?” Noah’s voice was stern, demanding clarity.

Samuel shifted uneasily, his eyes darting away as he stuttered, “It’s… the donor, sir… They’ve decided to back out.”

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