Chapter 625

Chapter 625:

Sadie stood up and left without responding.

She had been busy with matters concerning Laura in the past few days, so she had hired a caregiver for Amy. That morning, the caregiver had called to say that Amy was out of danger and had been moved to a regular hospital room.

Sure enough, Sadie found Amy sitting up on the hospital bed, flipping through a design magazine. Amy looked up at the sound of the door opening.

“You’re here, Sadie,” she said, beaming.

“How are you feeling, Amy? Any better?” Sadie asked with concern as she took the seat by the bed.

Amy’s sigh was laced with disappointment. “I’m all right now. I just never expected Vivi to do such a thing.”

“Don’t dwell on it. You’ll only stress yourself out. It’s all in the past.” Sadie didn’t want her to worry about these things anymore.

“I heard from the nurse that it was Mr. Wall who found the best surgeon to operate on me,” Amy remarked. “Please thank him on my behalf.”

Sadie was momentarily taken aback by that. “I will do,” she replied, somewhat evasively.

“And how are the designs for Zoe coming along?” Amy asked, shifting the topic to work.

Despite being overwhelmed by recent events, Sadie had still managed to make some initial revisions on the drafts for Zoe’s jewelry.

“Please rest assured,” Sadie said. “I won’t hold up any progress on this project.”

Amy looked at her, belatedly noticing her pale complexion and the dark circles under her eyes. Clearly, the poor girl wasn’t resting well. After some hesitation, Amy started to say, “Sadie, you—”

“I need to go and pick up Averi from school now. Please take care of yourself, Amy.” Sadie seemed to have sensed her concern and quickly took her leave before Amy could voice her worries.

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The Wall family had just wrapped up Nigel’s funeral. The vast hall was nearly empty, with just a few relatives loitering near the entrance.

“This is all Sadie’s fault. She’s a black mark on the family, I tell you! It wasn’t enough for her to bring misfortune upon the Hudson family; she just had to bring it to Nigel too,” Isabel was standing before the coffin, ranting on and on with a look of disdain on her face. She dabbed at her eyes as she spoke, though she didn’t appear particularly upset by Nigel’s death.

“Nigel was so fond of that woman when he was alive, but she didn’t even come to see him one last time. That ungrateful wretch!”

Noah stood a few steps behind Isabel, his face dark and ominous. “Say one more word, and you’ll return to the estate in the suburbs.” Isabel harrumphed. She knew Noah had long since been bewitched by that vixen, Sadie.

She held back her words, however, and only said after a while, “Do you know where Kyla is? I haven’t seen her lately.”

Instead of answering, Noah silently approached his grandfather’s coffin and bowed three times. Then he turned and left the hall without another glance at his mother.

A car was already waiting for him in the driveway. Once settled in the backseat, Noah rubbed his temples and asked, “How is Sadie?”

“Her bodyguards just reported back that she’s headed to the kindergarten to pick up Averi,” Samuel answered from the passenger seat.

“All right.” Noah waved his hand—a silent instruction to the driver to take them to the kindergarten.

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