Chapter 592

Chapter 592:

“By the way, when do you leave? I’d really like to take you out for a meal… as a proper apology. Face to face.”

A beat of silence followed, heavy with unspoken thoughts. Amy’s hesitation was almost palpable. Then, at last, she answered, “My flight’s tomorrow afternoon. If you’re truly sincere about apologizing, meet me at Sawnard Estate. I’ll be waiting.”

Vivi exhaled, steadying herself, willing her voice to remain even.

“Understood, Amy. I’ll see you there.”

After spending the night under close observation, Alex was finally allowed to leave the hospital. Sadie sighed with relief, then left the room and headed straight for the discharge desk.

Meanwhile, Alex stood in front of the mirror, adjusting his collar again and again. He twisted his lips, attempting to craft a charming smile. Still unsatisfied, he shifted his stance and inspected his reflection more intently.

“It looks a bit stiff,” he muttered, trying out a few more smiles. “Forget it, it’ll have to do.”

After all, appearances never mattered much to Sadie.

Just as he reached this conclusion, the hospital room door swung open. Alex spun around, his smile freezing when he saw the visitor.

“Stan? What are you doing here? Where’s Sadie?” Stan hovered awkwardly in the doorway.

“Mr. Howe, Miss Hudson had to leave suddenly after a phone call. She asked me to drive you home.”

“What?” Alex’s tone spiked with disbelief. “Where did she go? Did she say when she’ll be back?”

Stan, caught off guard by the questions, stuttered, “I—I’m not sure, Mr. Howe. I just ran into Miss Hudson in the lobby. She didn’t mention anything else.”

Alex felt frustrated. Of course, Stan had to appear at this inconvenient time. And as luck would have it, he ran into Sadie. His well-laid plans were now in ruins. He had hoped to take Sadie out for a meal after she finished the discharge formalities.

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But now…

Defeated, Alex slumped back into a chair and gestured feebly. “Let’s go.”

Stan, sensing Alex’s disappointment, hastened to assist him out of the room without another word. Throughout the drive, Alex remained silent, staring somberly out the car window, his expression a blend of bitterness and melancholy.

Meanwhile, Sadie was en route to Sawnard Estate.

Just earlier, Gabriel, Nigel’s butler, had called to tell her that Nigel had just returned from abroad and wished to see her.

An hour later, led by a server, she entered a lavishly decorated private room.

“Nigel,” she said.

Since she married into the Wall family, Nigel had been the sole member to show her kindness. Nigel was seated in a redwood chair carved with intricate designs, looking pale and visibly tired.

“Sadie, you’re here,” Nigel greeted her softly.

“How are you feeling?” Sadie asked, her concern evident as she sat next to him.

“Just the usual, nothing serious,” Nigel replied, waving his hand dismissively.

He then motioned to Gabriel. “Bring it over.”

Gabriel nodded and passed a document to Sadie.

“What’s this?” she inquired, taking the file.

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