Chapter 619

Chapter 619:

But Noah never spared her a backward glance, and soon enough, he was out of sight.

Deflated, Kyla was ultimately dragged away by the bodyguards.

Moments later, Noah entered his house and was greeted by a frantic-looking Breck.

“Sir, you’re finally back!”

“What happened?” Noah asked, feeling an inexplicable wave of dread washing over him.

Breck hesitated and fiddled with his fingers before saying, “Mrs. Wall has locked herself in her room. She hasn’t eaten or drunk anything ever since she was brought back, and she refuses to answer the door.”

Noah frowned in concern.

“Mr. Wall, what happened to Mom?”

A soft, innocent voice suddenly rang out.

Standing at the top of the stairs, Averi was clutching a dinosaur doll, his eyes wide with innocence.

Noah’s heart immediately softened. He walked over with a sigh and knelt in front of the little boy.

“Don’t worry, Averi. Mom is just a little tired and wants to rest. How about we do puzzles later?”

“Okay!” Averi lit up in an instant. He ran off, still hugging his precious toy.

Noah’s expression turned somber as he straightened and turned to Breck.

“Tell the kitchen staff to prepare some of Sadie’s favorite dishes —light ones. Send them up as soon as they’re ready. Also, let her know that Mrs. Stewart’s funeral is scheduled for the day after tomorrow.”

Breck nodded and went to carry out his instructions.

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Left alone, Noah could only stare at the closed door of the master bedroom.

Frustration came over him.

Meanwhile, inside the room in question, the atmosphere was dark and oppressive.

Sadie was curled up on the bed, clutching a photo tightly against her chest. It was a picture of her and her grandmother from happier times, before Laura’s health had begun to fail.

Sadie bit her lower lip, desperately trying to hold back her tears, but her body trembled uncontrollably. Regret weighed heavily on her heart. Why had she allowed herself to lose control and marry Noah? If she hadn’t met him, if it hadn’t been for this absurd marriage, would her grandmother still be alive?

A soft knock at the door interrupted her spiraling thoughts.

“Mrs. Wall, Mr. Wall asked the kitchen to prepare your favorite glazed chicken and pot roast, along with some warm milk. Please eat something, even if it’s just a little,” Breck’s gentle voice called from outside. “Mr. Wall also mentioned that Mrs. Stewart’s funeral is set for the day after tomorrow.”

There was a long silence. Sadie didn’t respond, lost in her sorrow, until Breck, sensing her hesitation, was about to leave.

The door suddenly opened, and Sadie stood there, her eyes swollen from crying.

“Is Noah back?” she rasped.

“Yes, madam,” Breck replied, his voice caught off guard by her appearance. “Mr. Wall is with Averi.”

Sadie barely registered his words. Without another word, she turned and stormed down the hallway toward Averi’s room. She had to see Noah—she needed to speak with him.

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