Chapter 505

Chapter 505:

His appearance was gaunt, eyes bloodshot, face ashen, and lips cracked, showing signs of severe exhaustion.

Yet, he remained undeterred, eyes glued to the sealed doors, his mind solely on Sadie.

After what seemed an eternity, the ominous red light finally turned off.

“Squeak!”

The doors creaked open.

The doctor emerged, his face etched with a weary but hopeful smile. “Mr. Wall, the surgery was successful. We’ve completely removed the blood clot from the patient’s brain, and she’s no longer in immediate danger.”

“Currently?” Noah’s expression tightened, his voice rough. “What does that mean?”

“The immediate threat is gone, but due to the severity of the brain injury, it’s uncertain when, or even if, she will regain consciousness,” the doctor explained in a somber tone. “You should brace yourself for all possibilities.”

Noah remained silent for a moment. “Move her to the best ward. I’ll oversee her recovery myself,” he stated firmly.

“Certainly, Mr. Wall,” the doctor replied promptly.

In the VIP ward, Sadie lay still, her complexion ghostly, her vitality seemingly drained. Her head was swathed in thick bandages, and her body was connected to a series of tubes, presenting a picture of vulnerability.

Noah sat next to her, holding her hand with a steadfast grip.

“Sadie, I’m so sorry…” His voice broke, filled with regret. “This is my fault. Please wake up. You have to wake up, okay? There’s so much more I need to tell you…”

He paused, his voice thick with emotion, and added, “When you wake up, we… you, Averi, and I… we’ll never be separated again.” Noah gently kissed Sadie’s cold forehead.

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At that moment, his phone disrupted the solemn silence of the room. He checked the caller ID—it was Samuel.

Regaining his composure, Noah answered.

“Mr. Wall, we’ve apprehended those thugs,” Samuel said.

“Good,” Noah responded quietly, his tone flat.

After ending the call, he stood, looking down at Sadie with a complex mix of emotions. He tenderly held her hand, then brought it to his lips for a gentle kiss.

“Sadie, just wait for me here, okay?” His voice was soft and reassuring. “I’ll be back soon.”

With one last lingering kiss, he left the ward.

“Guard her well. Allow no disturbances,” Noah said with an icy, authoritative tone that brooked no argument.

“Understood, Mr. Wall,” the bodyguards at the door replied in unison, their voices resonating with firm resolve.

The corridor outside the VIP ward was lined with Noah’s men, each positioned like a sentry, their presence forming an impenetrable barrier. Their vigilance was unyielding.

Noah’s steps were steady as he walked down the corridor, his presence exuding a palpable tension. His expression was grim and intimidating. If Noah had once resembled a refined gentleman, he now radiated a dangerously lethal aura.

He was resolute in seeking retribution against those who had hurt Sadie. Exiting the hospital, Noah entered his black Rolls-Royce Phantom, which swiftly carried him towards the city’s outskirts.

At a desolate, abandoned factory, once a bustling site for manufacturing mechanical parts but now a shell due to mismanagement, the atmosphere was thick with neglect. Cobwebs and dust adorned the walls, while the floor was strewn with debris and rusted parts. The stench of decay pervaded the air.

A few dim incandescent lamps flickered weakly, casting just enough light to illuminate a small section of the factory.

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