Chapter 56

Chapter 56:

At her words, Noah stopped abruptly and looked at her.

For the first time, he noticed how fragile she seemed, her typically steadfast gaze now brimming with concern.

For a moment, Noah hesitated, his voice tightening as he said, “Why didn’t you…”

He was cut off before he could finish by Kyla, who suddenly gripped her chest and exclaimed, “Ah—Noah, my chest is in so much pain…” Her brows furrowed slightly, as if she was enduring immense pain, trying hard to mask it.

Noah’s concern instantly shifted towards her. He rushed to her side, urgently inquiring, “Are you alright?”

“It hurts,” Kyla whispered faintly, collapsing weakly into Noah’s arms, gasping for air.

Without a second thought, Noah lifted Kyla and quickly headed for the director’s office.

Originally, Noah’s visit to the hospital was meant to be for Kyla’s diagnosis.

The encounter with Sadie was not planned.

Kyla had secretly taken Sadie’s call to Noah and couldn’t let any quick resolution of their misunderstandings happen.

As Noah carried Kyla away, Sadie watched, her heart sinking into deep bitterness. Overwhelmed and drained, she couldn’t afford to ponder their situation any further.

Alex, who had been quietly observing for some time, noticed Sadie’s forced strength, and his heart went out to her.

He gently suggested, “Sadie, it’s alright to cry if that’s what you feel like doing.”

“I’m okay,” Sadie replied, shaking her head while her eyes lingered on the operating room’s newly illuminated red light.

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She sat back on the bench, silently waiting for the surgery to be over.

Time seemed to blur until Noah and Kyla appeared again.

Noah noticed Sadie from afar, her figure small and delicate on the bench, like a leaf that might be swept away by the wind.

“What’s on your mind?” His voice, cool and detached, reached her. Sadie offered him a brief glance before diverting her eyes, offering no response.

Despite being ignored, Noah didn’t react with his usual irritation. Instead, he chose a spot nearby to sit down, clearly intending to stay. Seeing this, Kyla became anxious. She snuggled closer to Noah, her voice tender. “Noah, it’s really cold. Can we go?”

He nodded briefly, but his gaze landed on the tightly closed doors of the operating room. “I’ll get the driver to take you home,” he responded without emotion.

Kyla’s smile froze, the tension visible in her expression.

Was he planning to stay here with Sadie?

A flare of jealousy ignited within her, but it was quickly concealed as she rose with practiced elegance, her posture unsteady as though she might faint.

“Then, I’ll head back now. It’s cold here. Look after yourself,” she said softly.

Her light coughs added to the fragile illusion she projected.

Noah offered a noncommittal “Hmm,” his gaze never wavering from the operating room’s doors. Reluctantly, Kyla turned to leave.

Sadie, absorbed in her own thoughts, overheard every word they exchanged.

She couldn’t help but laugh at the absurdity.

Their open discussion unfolded as if she didn’t exist, as though she were just part of the background.

Her hands clenched into fists, fingernails digging into her palms, yet this physical pain was trivial compared to the emotional turmoil within.

She stroked her abdomen gently, a soft warmth spreading under her fingertips.

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