Chapter 588

Chapter 588:

Sadie had no patience for Kyla’s games.

She glanced at her briefly, lips curling into a faint, taunting smile.

“Oh?” was all she said.

Kyla mistook her silence for fear and leaned in. “Here’s some advice—don’t get ahead of yourself. Noah doesn’t care about you anymore. Got it?”

With that, she turned on her heel, purposefully brushing past Nanette as she walked away.

Nanette’s footing faltered, but Sadie was quick to steady her.

“Nanette, are you okay?” she asked, concern lacing her voice.

Nanette gave a shaky nod, though the tremor in her hands betrayed her.

Kyla halted mid-stride, turning back with a glacial glare. Her voice was razor-sharp, each word laced with venom.

“Enjoy this moment, Nanette. Soon enough, you’ll understand what it means to cross me.”

Nanette stood frozen, her mind spiraling. The weight of Kyla’s threat coiled around her like a vice.

By the time she slid into the car, her strength gave out. She sank into the seat, her breath unsteady.

Kyla had never been one for empty threats—how far would she go this time?

No matter what, she had to keep Sadie out of this.

Sensing the tension radiating off her friend, Sadie spoke softly.

“I’ve arranged for a general practitioner from abroad to see your mother. If everything went smoothly, he should be with your mother right now.”

Nanette’s head snapped up, her eyes widening. “Sadie…”

𝕄𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕦𝕡𝕕𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕤 𝕚𝕟 𝕘𝕒𝕝𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝𝕤.𝕔𝕠𝕞

Nanette barely got the name out before Sadie reached into her bag and pulled out a check.

“Two hundred thousand. Use it to clear your debts,” Sadie said, her tone firm yet gentle. “I’m giving you tomorrow off—take the time to set things right at home.”

Nanette’s chest tightened. What had she done to deserve such generosity?

She quickly shook her head. “Sadie, I can’t take this.”

But Sadie wouldn’t hear it. She pressed the check into Nanette’s trembling hand.

“Take it,” she insisted. “And if it’s not enough, tell me.”

Nanette’s composure crumbled. Hot tears spilled down her cheeks as she clutched the check, her voice thick with emotion. “Thank you, Sadie. I swear, I’ll pay you back—no matter what it takes.”

Sadie exhaled, long and deep, but said nothing more.

Nanette had wronged her. That much was undeniable. But Sadie understood—Kyla had backed Nanette into a corner, using her mother’s life as leverage. And in the end, Nanette had chosen the right side.

Without her last-minute defiance, Sadie might have been the one disgraced, falsely accused of plagiarism, her career in ruins.

The car slowed to a stop in front of the hospital. Sadie instructed the driver to take Nanette home first, then come back for her.

“Understood, madam,” the driver responded with a respectful nod.

As the car pulled away, Sadie turned toward the hospital entrance. She moved with quiet determination, stopping only to ask a nurse for directions. The room wasn’t hard to find.

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