Chapter 327

Chapter 327:

Doing her best to steady her trembling voice, Sadie reassured her, “Don’t overthink it, Grandma.”

“Sadie, I’m getting old and not much help anymore. I just want to see you well,” Laura said softly, her tone shifting into a gentle plea. “Well… does Mr. Wall treat you well?”

At this, Sadie’s posture stiffened momentarily. She gripped the curtain beside her so tightly that her knuckles turned white. “Grandma, your health is my only concern right now. We can talk about everything else later, okay?”

“My sweetheart,” Laura sighed, her voice tinged with resignation. “You’re always like this—trying to handle everything on your own. I know you’re strong, but some things aren’t meant to be borne alone.”

Sadie closed her eyes, fighting back the tears that threatened to spill.

She turned to face Laura and forced a smile. “I’m really okay. Don’t worry about me. I’ll take good care of myself, and take good care of you too.”

Laura observed Sadie’s strained smile and, with a pained shake of her head, chose not to press further.

Sadie then returned to the bedside, picked up another apple, and began peeling it.

Her movements were slower and more deliberate this time, the peel falling away thin and even.

Yet her hand still trembled slightly, betraying her inner turmoil.

Meanwhile, Noah pushed open the front door of his villa to be met with a cold, desolate atmosphere.

The silence in the empty living room was so profound he could almost hear his own breathing.

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He removed his coat and tossed it casually onto the sofa, a frown etching his brow.

“Isn’t there something… off today?” he mused aloud.

Breck, the butler, paused his polishing of an antique vase and glanced around, then shook his head in confusion. “No, Mr. Wall, nothing seems out of place.” Noah walked over to the floor-to-ceiling window, gazing down at the garden under the night sky, his voice tinged with barely noticeable irritation. “I mean…”

Breck suddenly realized what was going on, setting down the cloth he was holding. “Oh, Mrs. Wall has been at the hospital these past few days caring for her grandmother and hasn’t returned yet.”

Noah’s gaze shifted to a small figure eating alone in the dining room. A cold smile flickered at the corner of his mouth. “How trusting of her… leaving her child here all alone.”

He walked purposefully into the dining room.

Averi was eating his cereal methodically, one spoonful at a time. His little face appeared calm, but his eyes reflected a profound loneliness.

Hearing the footsteps, he looked up. When he saw Noah, he swallowed his mouthful of cereal and said softly, “Mom used to take me to KFC every Saturday for a treat.”

His voice was quiet, almost wistful.

Noah looked into Averi’s eyes—so reminiscent of Sadie—and felt a surge of mixed emotions.

After a brief pause, he sighed, his tone unexpectedly gentle. “Let’s go. Today I’ll take you there.”

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