Chapter 521

Chapter 521:

Her fingers curled into fists at her sides. “Noah… have you misunderstood something?”

Sadie’s voice trembled slightly, and disbelief clouded her expression. “You must have misunderstood, Alex.”

“Misunderstood?” Noah’s sneer cut through the air. “Sadie, don’t be so naive. Do you actually think Alex is decent? He’s a businessman, driven purely by family interests. To achieve his goals, he’ll stop at nothing, regardless of the consequences.”

Noah’s harsh words struck Sadie like a series of blows, wounding her. “No… That can’t be…” she murmured, her tears now uncontrollable, streaming down her face.

Noah’s expression hardened. He grasped Sadie’s chin, forcing her eyes to meet his.

“Listen, Sadie. You’re to stay in this hospital and avoid causing any trouble! Step out of line again, and you can say goodbye to your studio.”

His threat widened Sadie’s eyes with shock.

“What… What are you saying, Noah?”

“My point is clear.” Noah’s look was icy as he spoke.

He then turned and left the room without a second glance.

“Noah, wait!” Sadie attempted to rise from her bed, but a sharp pain from her head wound made her gasp and fall back.

Powerless, she watched Noah walk out of the room.

“Noah… You bastard!” Sadie collapsed back onto the bed, her tears unabated. She understood Noah’s serious tone; defying him would mean the end of her studio.

Her studio was her passion, her life’s work—she couldn’t afford to lose it.

Noah exited the hospital room, the door slamming behind him.

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In the corridor, he took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, trying to quell the rising irritation and anger inside him. He acknowledged his loss of control. He shouldn’t have attacked Sadie verbally or made such harsh threats.

But his emotions had gotten the better of him.

He couldn’t bear to see Sadie constantly endangering herself or maintaining secrets and distance.

The Howe family had hurt his woman, and he wasn’t about to let them off the hook easily. No way!

He turned to Nanette, who stood nearby with her head bowed, clearly avoiding his gaze.

“Mr. Wall…” Nanette’s voice quivered.

Noah remained silent, gesturing for her to go on.

“Sadie… She insisted on being discharged early, and we… we couldn’t stop her,” Nanette stammered, her fear of Noah’s reaction palpable.

“I understand,” Noah replied, his tone even and emotionless.

He walked to the corridor window, lit a cigarette, and took a deep drag. The nicotine soothed his nerves and helped clear his mind.

Staring into the night sky, he seemed lost in thought.

Soon, a doctor in a white coat approached, holding a medical record.

“Excuse me, Mr. Wall,” the doctor said with respect.

Noah faced him and inquired, “How is she?”

The doctor opened the medical record. “Mrs. Wall has awakened and is past the critical phase. She needs rest, but… but…”

“But what?” Noah interjected, his brow creasing.

“Her emotional state is very unstable, which hinders her recovery. She’s also experiencing temporary blurred vision, though it should resolve on its own,” the doctor explained earnestly. “Since waking, she’s been inquiring about Wall Group and the Howe family. We… we haven’t disclosed anything…”

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