Chapter 522

Chapter 522:

Noah nodded, signaling his comprehension. “Ensure she receives excellent care and update me immediately with any changes.”

“Of course, Mr. Wall,” the doctor affirmed and then departed.

Noah finished his cigarette and disposed of it in the trash.

He turned to Nanette with a stern expression. “Stay here and watch over her. She is not to leave the hospital without my permission. Understood?”

“Understood, Mr. Wall,” Nanette replied promptly.

With nothing more to say, Noah exited the hospital.

He slid into his car, ignited the engine, and sped away.

At the hospital entrance, a black car lingered quietly.

The window rolled down slowly, unveiling a face both exquisite and cold. Aliza watched Noah’s car vanish into the darkness, her lips twisting into a sneer.

“The hospital is now under the watch of Noah’s bodyguards, so it looks like there’s no chance to take another shot at Sadie for the time being… Lucky her.” Aliza scoffed softly, clearly displeased with the situation.

“Drive to Willowbranch Villa,” she commanded the driver, her tone icy and determined.

“Right away, Miss Perry,” the driver responded, firing up the engine and pulling away from the hospital.

Nestled at the foot of a mountain on the city’s outskirts, Willowbranch Villa was Alex’s private sanctuary. The property was ensconced in lush greenery, providing a tranquil setting.

Aliza’s intent in visiting was clear: she needed to see Alex.

Following a significant rift with his father, Terrance, over Sadie, Alex had retreated here, isolating himself from everyone.

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Aliza was aware of Alex’s deep feelings for Sadie, which she found intolerable. She could not accept Alex forsaking their families’ planned marriage alliance for Sadie, nor his apparent betrayal.

Determined to sway Alex back to her side, Aliza arrived at the gates of Willowbranch Villa and stepped out of the car.

The security guards, recognizing her, swiftly opened the gates.

“Good to see you again, Miss Perry,” one guard greeted with respect.

Aliza nodded silently and continued inside. In the villa, Alex was found in the living room, seated on the sofa with a glass of red wine in hand, deep in contemplation.

Hearing footsteps, Alex looked up to see Aliza entering. His expression tightened.

“Why are you here?” His tone was cool.

Aliza approached and sat down on the sofa across from him, her smile charming yet calculated.

“What’s wrong, Alex? Aren’t you pleased to see me?” she teased.

Alex remained silent, focusing instead on his wine.

“Alex, must things really come to this?” Aliza’s voice softened. “I understand you’re upset, but you can’t discard what we have over Sadie.”

“What we have?” Alex scoffed. “What do we really have, Aliza? We’re just pieces in our families’ schemes.”

“How can you say that?” Aliza’s smile faded, her tone turning sharp. “You know my feelings for you.”

“I know,” Alex acknowledged. “But my feelings aren’t the same.”

“You…” Aliza was momentarily speechless, her complexion paling.

“Alex, remember our families’ expectations for this marriage. Aren’t you concerned about defying your father with such behavior?” she pressed, attempting to sway Alex with the weight of family obligations.

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