Chapter 430

Chapter 430:

A frown marred Noah’s features, irritation evident in his voice.

“I’m not available. Ask her to leave.”

“But Miss Wade is adamant she won’t depart without a meeting.” The receptionist sounded increasingly distressed.

Feeling a headache coming on, Noah massaged his temples, his expression showing a hint of resignation.

“Alright, send her up.”

Shortly after, the door swung open, and Kyla entered with an elegant stride.

Today, she donned a white dress, her hair flowing over her shoulders, her makeup understated yet charming.

“Noah,” she said gently, her eyes betraying a sense of grievance.

Her lower lip quivered as her eyes showed hints of tears.

“I need you to understand, I never meant to cause Sadie’s grandma any harm. That incident—”

“No need to explain; I’m not interested,” Noah interrupted sharply.

Kyla attempted to continue, but a stern look from Noah stopped her.

“If that’s all you came for, I suggest you leave,” Noah replied firmly, leaving no room for further discussion.

Taking a deep breath, Kyla tried to keep her composure.

“In a few days, it’s my birthday. I’d love for us to celebrate it together, just like old times.”

After a brief silence, Noah gave a slight nod.

“Fine.”

L𝗎tєѕτ ϲh𝒶ρτєrs ιn g𝓪l𝗇ovєl𝑆.𝒸оm

Joy briefly illuminated Kyla’s expression.

“Thank you, Noah.”

“Is there anything else?” Noah asked, his demeanor still detached.

Kyla paused, choosing her words carefully.

“Your mother said something she shouldn’t have that day. Please, don’t hold it against her. She was just concerned about you.”

Remaining silent, Noah lowered his gaze back to his paperwork, indicating his desire to end the conversation.

Recognizing his reluctance to talk further, Kyla turned and quietly left the office.

The office returned to a heavy silence, broken only by the rustling of paper. Noah’s eyes remained on the documents before him, yet the words blurred together, refusing to make sense.

His thoughts were consumed by Sadie—her piercing yet resolute gaze lingering in his mind.

In the evening, Noah stepped through the grand entrance of Myrtlewood, pulling at his tie with exhaustion.

The living area felt unnaturally still, a stark contrast to the usual lively energy that filled the space when Sadie was present.

Without hesitation, he headed straight to the study, determined to tackle the mountain of paperwork waiting for him.

“Mr. Wall?” a small voice called from behind.

Noah halted, turning to find Averi seated on the carpet, idly toying with a collection of miniature cars.

Confusion shimmered in Averi’s wide, innocent eyes.

“Has my mom left me behind?” His voice was quiet, carrying the faintest quiver.

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