Chapter 504

Chapter 504:

In Noah’s world, mercy held no place.

His decisions were absolute, designed to eliminate any future threat. Now, with Sadie’s safety compromised, Noah had reached his breaking point. Samuel knew the outcome for the bodyguards would be grim, but he obeyed without hesitation.

As the car sped down the highway, Noah sat in the back, fists clenched, veins prominent—clear signs of his mounting anxiety.

Images of Sadie plagued his mind.

He couldn’t bear the thought of losing her.

Three years ago, he had already lost her once. He wouldn’t survive it again.

“Faster,” he urged the driver in a hoarse whisper, desperate to be by Sadie’s side.

At the hospital, the red glow of the emergency room sign burned into Noah’s vision.

He stood rooted outside the door, paralyzed.

Every passing second dragged like an eternity.

It felt as though something were crushing his chest, making it hard to breathe.

This kind of fear was unfamiliar to him—the fear of losing her.

Suddenly, the doors creaked open. Noah snapped to attention.

“Doctor! How is she?” he asked, his voice raw with urgency.

The doctor removed his mask, his expression grim.

“Mr. Wall, her condition is precarious.”

“What?” Noah’s heart dropped.

“What did you say? Please repeat that.”

“She has suffered a severe head injury and significant intracranial bleeding, which has caused a large clot impacting her nervous system…” the doctor explained, his tone grave. “We’ve done all we can, but whether she wakes up remains uncertain…”

“What do you mean by uncertain? Are you certain of your uncertainty?” Noah’s tone intensified. “I need assurances, doctor. She must survive. Understand?” Noah seized the doctor by the tie, hoisting him into the air, his eyes fiery with fury.

“If she dies, this hospital will be held accountable,” he said, his voice icy and unyielding.

The doctor struggled for breath under Noah’s intimidating presence. Trembling with fear, he had never witnessed such a terrifying side of Noah and was certain of the dire consequences if Sadie’s condition worsened.

“Mr… Mr. Wall… please… let’s remain calm!” the doctor said. “We… we will do everything we can.”

“That’s not enough; ensure she survives. I need her unharmed! Do you understand?”

“Yes, I understand.” The doctor nodded hastily, too frightened to contradict. “Then get back to work! Keep trying to save her!” Noah thrust the doctor back towards the emergency room.

“Bang!”

With a loud bang, the doors swung shut, the red light glaring once more. Noah remained at the door, fists clenched so tightly that his nails drew blood from his palms, though he was unaware of the pain.

“Samuel!” he called out in a raspy tone.

“Right here, Mr. Wall,” Samuel said promptly.

“Contact the top neurosurgeons globally. Bring them here immediately, regardless of the cost. We must save Sadie.”

“Absolutely, Mr. Wall. I’m on it,” Samuel said, quickly dialing numbers on his phone.

Eighteen hours ticked by.

During that time, Noah didn’t eat or drink; he stood guard, unflinchingly vigilant outside the emergency room.

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