Chapter 420

Chapter 420:

Meanwhile, Noah stormed out of the hospital, his expression clouded with frustration.

From a distance, Samuel, ever attentive, noticed his boss’s sudden exit and hurried over. “Mr. Wall.”

He was puzzled. Noah had just entered the hospital ten minutes earlier. What had caused him to leave so quickly?

Noah kept walking, offering only a brief “Hmm” in response.

“Mr. Wall, I was bringing you the soup,” Samuel said, following him with a thermos in hand.

“This morning, you asked the chef at Myrtlewood Estate to prepare soup for Mrs. Wall. You left it behind when you went in, and now you’re leaving already…”

“No need for that now. Just throw it away,” Noah said dismissively.

Samuel hesitated before asking, “So, should I not deliver it to Mrs. Wall?” Noah massaged his temples, his weariness evident.

“Just discard it,” he instructed firmly.

Before Samuel could respond, Noah halted abruptly. His tone softened unexpectedly. “Wait.”

Samuel tensed, anxiously watching Noah.

“Deliver it to the nurses’ station,” commanded Noah, his voice still cool but slightly gentler than before.

“Right away, Mr. Wall,” Samuel responded promptly, though he silently wondered what recent event might have caused the change in Noah’s mood.

Noah walked briskly to the curb where his sleek black Maybach was parked. He pulled open the door and settled into the back seat.

Inside, the cold air from the air conditioning couldn’t soothe his agitation. With his eyes closed, images of Sadie’s despondent look and her grip on Alex’s sleeve haunted him.

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An intense wave of irritation washed over him, sudden and fierce. He opened his eyes, his stare piercing.

“To the office,” he instructed the driver sharply.

The driver, without a word, ignited the engine and drove smoothly from the hospital.

As the car moved, Noah’s fingers drummed a steady beat on the armrest. He replayed Sadie’s biting remarks, the venom in her gaze, and her apparent dependency on Alex in his mind.

His hands balled into fists, the skin over his knuckles stretching taut.

Why did this anger consume him so deeply?

He had merely intended to scare her into submission.

Yet, seeing her so broken and reliant on another was like a vice grip on his heart, making it difficult to breathe.

In frustration, Noah loosened his tie, but the tightness in his chest persisted.

What had he been hoping for? Did he expect her to yield? To plead with him?

No, that wasn’t his desire. But what did he truly want?

The pungent smell of disinfectant clung to the air around Kyla. She adjusted the IV needle in her arm, her expression one of annoyance.

“Why isn’t he here yet?” she muttered under her breath, her gaze flicking toward the door.

“Miss Wade, there’s no need for concern. Mr. Wall has many responsibilities; his delay is probably due to urgent matters,” the caregiver reassured her, offering a freshly peeled apple.

Kyla accepted the apple, taking a bite, but it lacked any flavor for her.

“Doctor, I’m still not feeling well. Is it possible to extend my stay here for further observation?” she asked the doctor who was making his rounds, her voice soft and delicate.

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