Chapter 554

Chapter 554:

“Mommy, don’t cry, Great-grandma said she’s fine,” Averi chimed in, hugging Sadie’s leg, his voice filled with sincerity.

Sadie looked down at Averi, wiped away her tears, and managed a smile. “Okay, Mommy won’t cry anymore.”

“My dear, are you hungry?” Laura asked affectionately, turning her attention to Sadie. “Tell me what you’d like to eat. Grandma will make it for you.”

Sadie’s face brightened slightly. She sniffed and responded, “Could I have your pot roast, glazed chicken, and…”

She listed several dishes, all favorites from her childhood.

“Of course, of course. I’ll make them all.” Laura chuckled, her eyes twinkling with delight. “Just relax, and let Grandma take care of the cooking.”

With a sense of purpose, Laura rolled up her sleeves, prepared to head into the kitchen.

“Grandma, let me help you,” Sadie quickly said.

“No need, dear. You spend some time with Averi,” Laura declined gently, smiling. “The kitchen will be all smoky. You won’t like it.”

“But Grandma, I really want to help…” Sadie began, only to be interrupted by Laura.

“Be a good girl, will you?” Laura said with a kind smile. “Go on now. I’ve got this.”

Sadie gazed into Laura’s kind eyes and nodded. “Alright, Grandma. I’ll listen to you.”

Laura hoped to ease Sadie’s worries and wanted her to spend more time with Averi.

“That’s my good girl,” Laura said, smiling as she gently patted Sadie’s head before heading into the kitchen.

Watching her grandmother walk away, Sadie felt a surge of warmth and gratitude.

It was comforting to have her grandmother around.

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Sadie took Averi’s hand and led him to the living room.

“Averi, let’s play with some toys,” she suggested, smiling.

“Great!” Averi exclaimed, clapping his hands with excitement.

Sadie spent some time playing with Averi, sharing a few stories with him.

From the kitchen, the sounds of Laura cooking mingled with the enticing aroma of the food, soothing Sadie’s spirit.

In the study, Noah stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, a frown creasing his brow as he held his phone.

He called Samuel.

“Hello, Mr. Wall,” Samuel’s voice came through the phone, respectful as always.

“Contact Alex,” Noah instructed, his voice firm and cold. “Tell him I’m willing to collaborate with him.”

“Collaborate?” Samuel’s voice betrayed his surprise. He was clearly not expecting such a decision from Noah. “Mr. Wall, are you sure? Alex is…”

“I’m sure,” Noah cut him off, his tone decisive.

“Understood, Mr. Wall,” Samuel responded. “I’ll reach out to Alex immediately.”

“Alright,” Noah concluded, ending the call.

In his dimly lit room, Alex sat dejectedly on a sofa, the faint light barely illuminating the space through heavy curtains.

He stared blankly at the floor, clutching his old phone—his only connection to the outside.

Suddenly, the phone screen lit up with an anonymous message. “Collaboration is possible, and the Howe family foundation can be preserved, but the patriarch of the Howe family must change.”

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