Chapter 519

Chapter 519:

Nanette’s voice cut through the silence. “Sadie, is there anything you’d like to eat? I can bring you something tomorrow.”

Sadie blinked, forcing a smile. “I don’t really have an appetite. Don’t trouble yourself.”

How could she think about food when all she could think about was Noah? Then, like a switch flipping, something inside her snapped. “NO. I can’t just sit here and do nothing.”

Her eyes were sharp with sudden resolve. Without another thought, she flung off the covers and swung her legs over the side of the bed.

“Sadie! What are you doing?” Nanette’s startled voice rang out as she lunged forward to stop her.

“I’m getting out of here.” Sadie’s voice was steady, unyielding. “I can’t just lie here waiting—I need to find out what’s really going on.”

Nanette’s face paled. “But your health—Sadie, you’re still recovering!” Her voice wavered, thick with worry, her eyes glassy with unshed tears.

“I’m fine.” Sadie pushed Nanette’s hand away, her voice firm, unwavering.

“Nanette, don’t try to stop me. I have to go.”

Her body was weak, every movement a battle against her own frailty, but she forced herself upright, her steps unsteady but determined.

“Sadie! Stop!” Nanette’s voice cracked, thick with tears and frustration. She knew Sadie too well—once her mind was set, there was no changing it. Stubborn didn’t even begin to describe her.

Sadie didn’t acknowledge the desperation in Nanette’s tone. She just kept moving.

Reaching the wardrobe, she yanked it open, rifling through her clothes with single-minded determination. Every motion, though slightly shaky, was deliberate.

Nanette could only watch, worried, her heart sinking as Sadie braced herself to walk out into whatever storm awaited her.

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“Doctor! Doctor! Please, stop her! She’s trying to leave the hospital!” Nanette’s panicked cry rang through the corridor, her voice trembling as tears welled in her eyes.

Within moments, the doctor rushed in, only to find Sadie already dressed, her determination as clear as day. His expression darkened with concern. “Miss Hudson, you’re in no condition to be discharged. If you leave now, you’ll risk serious complications.”

Sadie met his gaze, unwavering. “Doctor, I understand my condition perfectly. But I have something far more important to do.”

The doctor opened his mouth to protest, but was cut off.

“Don’t waste your breath, Doctor.” Sadie’s tone was final, cutting through the room like a blade. “My decision is made. Nothing will change it.”

“Sadie, you really are something.” A low, cold voice sliced through the air like a sudden gust of winter wind. Sadie’s breath caught. The certainty in her chest wavered, her entire body freezing mid-step.

Slowly, she turned. Noah stood at the doorway, tall, imposing, his broad shoulders framed by the crisp lines of his impeccably tailored black suit. Every inch of him radiated quiet authority.

But his eyes… Those deep, penetrating eyes locked onto her with an intensity that sent a shiver down her spine.

Without breaking his gaze, he stepped forward.

“Noah?” Sadie’s voice wavered, barely above a whisper. She hadn’t expected to see him. Not here. Not now.

Her mind scrambled for words—an explanation, anything—but nothing came.

“Everyone. Out.” Noah’s voice was ice—cold, commanding, absolute.

His gaze was unreadable, his presence suffocating, heavy as a storm about to break.

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