Chapter 480

Chapter 480:

No. That was impossible.

Vivi wasn’t going to buy into that act!

Sadie had to be pretending, forcing herself to stay composed. She had to be swallowing back her pain, burying the devastation that was surely eating away at her.

“Sadie, you—” Vivi spoke, her voice faltering.

But Sadie had already moved past her.

“Excuse me? Can someone come here?” The command was effortless, yet it carried the weight of someone who expected to be obeyed. “Please, show our guest to the door.”

From the back, two maids stepped forward and stopped just before Vivi, heads slightly bowed, waiting. “Miss Quinn, this way, please.”

The maids’ voices remained impeccably polite, yet distant. Vivi’s face flickered between pallor and flushed fury. She lingered for a moment, her eyes burning with venom, but Sadie remained unshaken.

Without another word, Vivi turned on her heel and stormed out. Only when the sound of her retreating footsteps had fully faded did Sadie shift her gaze back to Noah—still slumped, still oblivious to the quiet storm that had passed over him.

“Breck! Where are you?” Her voice carried through the vast living room, tinged with fatigue, quiet helplessness woven into it.

She pressed her fingers to her temples, massaging away the dull ache forming there. Silence.

Sadie’s breath hitched. She straightened, scanning the dimly lit space. “Breck? Samuel?” Nothing.

A strange, uneasy stillness settled over her. Only then did she realize that it was just her and the unconscious Noah left in the living room.

Her brows knitted together, frustration creeping into her otherwise serene expression.

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With a measured inhale, she bent down, bracing herself as she tried to lift Noah’s dead weight. But even unconscious, Noah’s tall frame was impossibly heavy—like a mountain she had no hope of moving.

Sadie used every ounce of strength she had, but she barely managed to shift him.

“Noah, wake up!” she ground out between clenched teeth, her voice trembling with the effort of both physical strain and sheer exasperation.

He was going to drive her insane.

“Ugh…” A low, sluggish groan escaped Noah’s lips, his body stirring slightly, though his eyes remained stubbornly shut.

Sadie seized the moment, shaking his shoulders hard.

“Noah! Can you hear me? Open your eyes!” Her voice sharpened, laced with a desperate edge she couldn’t quite suppress.

But he didn’t wake. His brows knitted together, his expression twisting as though he were caught in some unseen agony.

Sadie stared at him, her emotions warring between anger and exasperation. A part of her wanted to walk away, leaving him there to deal with the consequences of his own reckless indulgence.

But she couldn’t. She was living in his house, after all.

Exhaling slowly, she forced herself to push the frustration aside. She needed a different approach.

Instead of attempting the impossible—lifting Noah entirely—Sadie shifted tactics. She draped one of Noah’s heavy arms over her shoulder and began the painstaking task of dragging him forward, inch by agonizing inch. It was grueling.

Within moments, beads of sweat formed on her forehead, dampening her hairline. Her arms trembled under the strain, her muscles screaming in protest. Her entire body felt like a tightly wound spring, stretched to its limits, threatening to snap. But she couldn’t stop.

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