Chapter 228

Chapter 228:

Noah stopped dead in his tracks, clearly shaken by the news. He wasn’t Averi’s father, but the thought of the boy in jeopardy tightened his chest with visceral pain as if his heart was being squeezed. A deep frustration surged through him. He closed his eyes for a moment, battling to maintain his composure. Gritting his teeth, he whispered, “Sadie… Averi…”

Noah then snapped his eyes open, his resolve hardening. Turning to Samuel, he commanded, “Get the car ready. We’re heading to the hospital immediately.”

Samuel didn’t hesitate. “Understood, Mr. Wall,” he responded swiftly before hurrying to the car.

Noah turned on his heel and strode toward the black Maybach parked by the roadside. Without another word, he got in, and they sped off toward the hospital.

Inside the hospital room, the atmosphere was heavy with exhaustion. Sadie sat by Averi’s bed, her body slumped forward in restless sleep. The faint beeping of the monitors was the only sound filling the silence.

Noah’s entrance disrupted the deep silence enveloping the room. His imposing presence filled the doorway, Samuel following closely like a faithful shadow.

Jim, already in the room, glanced up from the sofa. His eyes briefly met Noah’s, and there was a fleeting flicker of something—something like distance or perhaps regret. The friendship they once shared had long since eroded, replaced by a quiet, tense estrangement.

Noah’s voice cut through the tension, calm yet carrying an underlying urgency. “How is the boy now?”

He stepped closer to the bed, his eyes fixed on Averi’s pale, delicate features. An unexpected tightness gripped his chest as he looked down at the boy.

Jim’s gaze flickered with fury and helplessness as he looked at Noah.

The impulse to knock him out and force him to undergo the procedure himself, to get the bone marrow by any means necessary, was almost too much to bear. But Jim held himself back, his jaw clenched tight in restraint.

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“The donor…” Jim’s voice faltered as he struggled to contain his anger. “She took the money from Sadie and fled the country.”

Noah’s head snapped up, his sharp, cold gaze locking onto Jim. “What did you say?”

Jim’s voice dropped into a grim tone. “Averi’s condition… isn’t looking good. We’re running out of time.”

Noah’s eyes drifted over to Sadie, who was resting, her face pale and etched with exhaustion. His expression hardened. Without a word, he turned on his heel and stormed out of the room.

Samuel quickly followed, his steps hurried. “Mr. Wall, where are we going?”

Noah’s pace didn’t falter as he spoke. “Find that donor. Every lead, every scrap of information, now.”

Samuel didn’t waste a second, pulling out his phone to start making calls. He was used to Noah’s urgency, but this felt different. This time, there was no room for failure.

Jim lingered in the doorway, watching Noah leave. His emotions were a twisted knot in his chest. Perhaps, with Noah’s involvement, they could finally make some progress in this desperate situation.

Jim left the room, closing the door gently behind him.

The soft click of the door shutting was enough to stir Sadie from her sleep. Her eyelids fluttered open. She was groggy and disoriented. The room was empty, and the sterile scent of disinfectant hung in the air, mingling with the moment’s heaviness.

Sadie slowly sat up, her neck stiff and sore. She rubbed it absentmindedly as she struggled to steady herself, gripping the side of the bed to keep from toppling over.

Her eyes now flashed with a fire of determination.

For Averi, Sadie would do whatever it took. She would give up everything—her pride, her peace, even her sanity—if it meant he could survive. Sadie lingered at Averi’s bedside, her hand gently brushing his soft cheek.

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