Chapter 483

Chapter 483:

She gripped the doorknob and turned it forcefully.

With a soft click, the door swung open.

A wave of cold air rushed out, causing Sadie to shiver, but she pushed forward without hesitation.

The scene inside halted her in her tracks.

Noah lay submerged in the bathtub, his body fully under the cold water.

The bathtub was filled to the brim, the coldness emanating sharply.

Noah’s face was deathly pale, his lips tinged with blue. His body trembled lightly, and his eyes were shut, his expression one of unconsciousness.

“Noah!” Sadie’s alarm turned to action as she dove into the freezing water to haul him out with all her might.

“Noah, wake up! Don’t do this to me!” Her voice broke, thick with tears, as she repeatedly slapped his cheek, trying to rouse him.

Noah remained unresponsive.

Panic overtook Sadie.

With every ounce of her strength, she dragged Noah from the tub.

She grabbed a towel, wrapping it around him, then staggered out of the bathroom.

“Somebody! Help!” Her cry was sharp and desperate, echoing through the quiet villa.

Moments later, Breck appeared at the door, his face contorted in shock.

“What… what has happened here?” he asked, his eyes darting between Sadie and Noah’s motionless body.

“Stop asking questions and call the doctor—now!” Sadie’s voice was ragged, her urgency unmistakable.

Breck quickly snapped out of his shock and responded, “Okay, Mrs. Wall. I’m on it right away.”

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He turned and sprinted away, his footsteps echoing his urgency.

Seated beside the bed, Sadie watched over the unconscious Noah, her heart pounding with anxiety.

She gripped his hand, noting its ice-cold touch.

“Hang in there, Noah. You’re going to be okay,” she whispered, shaking with emotion.

The family doctor entered briskly, dressed in a white coat and a mask, carrying a medical kit.

Breck followed, his face etched with concern, accompanied by a few servants who peeked inside the room.

A faint scent of disinfectant permeated the air, enhancing the room’s sterile chill.

Sitting by the bed, Sadie clutched Noah’s hand, her pale face and quivering lips a stark contrast to the resolve in her eyes.

“Doctor, please, he needs attention. He just…” Her voice broke, tinged with emotion, but she composed herself to explain Noah’s situation.

Without a word, the doctor set his kit down, approached the bed, and started checking Noah’s vital signs.

He lifted Noah’s eyelids to shine a flashlight into his pupils, then used a stethoscope to listen to his heart and breathing.

As time slowly ticked by, each second stretched interminably.

Sadie felt her heart rise to her throat, her hands cold and sweaty.

She watched the doctor intently, fearful of missing any detail.

Eventually, the doctor set aside the stethoscope, looked at Sadie gravely, and spoke. “Mr. Wall’s condition is serious. He appears to have suffered significant stimulation, disrupting his nervous system, which has led to this unconscious state.”

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