Chapter 234

Chapter 234:

She helped Kairi to stand, her voice even. “Get up. We need to discuss this properly.”

Tears welled up in Kairi’s eyes as she looked at Sadie with a desperate hope. “Miss Hudson, I’ll donate my bone marrow for Averi. But please, intercede with Mr. Wall for me. Ask him not to ban me in the industry.”

Sadie froze at her words. She instinctively withdrew her hands.

“Ban you?” Sadie frowned slightly. “What do you mean by that?”

Kairi faltered, taken aback by Sadie’s reaction. She bit her lip, uncertain if she should disclose more.

After a brief silence, Kairi seemed to make up her mind. Her voice shook as she said, “Please, Miss Hudson, you know what Mr. Wall’s capable of. I’m just a designer, and being ostracized is what I fear most. If he chooses to destroy me, my career is finished.”

As she continued to implore Sadie, her voice became even more strained.

Fists clenched, Sadie wondered, was Noah the one behind this?

Sadie replayed the memory of Noah’s cold, aloof expression in her mind.

Had he ever offered her a shred of affection?

The thought of him lending her a helping hand seemed ludicrous.

The sharp scent of disinfectant assaulted her senses.

“Sadie, are you ready?”

Jim’s voice gently pulled her from the depths of her reverie.

He was dressed in a sterile suit and mask, and only his kind eyes were visible through the protective layers.

“Yes, I’m ready,” Sadie replied, mustering a forced smile.

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Jim gave a nod toward Kairi. “Let’s go.”

Kairi cast a thankful look Sadie’s way before a nurse guided her out.

Following closely, Averi was also wheeled away.

Sadie remained standing, her gaze fixed on the now vacant doorway, her mind tangled in a tumult of confusion and doubt.

She couldn’t fathom it. Why on earth would Noah offer his help?

Shaking her head, she attempted to rid herself of the ridiculous notion. To Noah, she was nothing but an annoyance—a mere obstacle he wished would vanish without a trace.

How could someone who harbored only disdain and indifference possibly reach out to help her?

Sadie’s slender fingers clutched the hem of her coat, her knuckles turning pale from the pressure.

The red surgical light outside the operating room blazed like a warning signal, piercing Sadie’s eyes.

Restlessly, she paced the corridor, her anxiety swelling with each step. Visions of Averi’s delicate, pale face haunted her—how bravely he had whispered, “Mom, don’t cry,” trying to be the comforter despite his own fear.

The memory tightened a vice around her heart, making each breath a battle against the sorrow threatening to overwhelm her.

She longed for the cruel reality to dissolve into a mere bad dream, yearning to wake up to Averi’s lively laughter, to see him scampering around, his small hand gripping hers, his cherubic face alight with mischief.

Time crept by, underscored by the intermittent flicker of the corridor lights.

At last, the operating room doors swung open, and a doctor emerged, clad in green scrubs. He peeled off his mask, revealing a weary but reassuring smile. “The surgery was a success,” he announced.

Relief washed over Sadie like a soothing balm. Her heart, which had teetered on the brink of despair, found its footing. Exhausted, she leaned against the cool wall for support, her voice a fragile whisper. “Thank you… thank you, doctor…”

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