Chapter 63

Chapter 63:

Jim met Sadie’s anxious gaze, took a deliberate breath, and affirmed with certainty, “She’s alright, just overly fatigued and in need of rest.”

Noah’s frown deepened. He sensed something was off in Jim’s assessment but respected his medical expertise.

The room fell into a tense silence.

Sadie felt a slight burden lift from her shoulders. She exhaled wearily and murmured, “Please, everyone, leave. I need to rest.”

Noah hesitated, words on the tip of his tongue, but he restrained himself, recalling Jim’s earlier advice. He rose, his presence looming over Sadie, and whispered reassuringly, “Rest now. Don’t worry about anything. The man from last night won’t bother you again; he’s been arrested.”

Sadie was momentarily stunned, a mix of emotions flickering in her weary eyes.

For a fleeting moment, she nearly convinced herself that Noah had rescued her, yet Kyla’s earlier remarks echoed in her mind—the police were the true rescuers, not Noah.

As Noah exited, Kyla trailed behind him. The echoing click of Kyla’s heels on the floor slowly receded, and with them, the fleeting comfort brought by Noah’s seemingly concerned words dissipated from Sadie’s heart.

She then looked toward Jim, who had purposely stayed behind, and summoned her strength, calling out, “Dr. Archer…” Her voice was raspy. “Thank you.”

Jim paused and turned, caught off guard. “For what?”

“For keeping the baby a secret from Noah.” Her grip on the quilt intensified, whitening her knuckles.

Jim wore a look that conveyed mixed emotions. He paused, weighing his words, then asked, “Sooner or later, the truth will surface. What’s your next move?”

Sadie’s eyes lingered on the pristine white of her quilt. A resolve solidified within her as she said, “I will divorce Noah as soon as possible. And this child? I’m raising them by myself.”

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Jim, visibly startled, struggled to grasp her resolution. “You… you’re planning to raise the baby on your own?” he asked, stunned. “That won’t be easy.”

Beneath the quilt, Sadie caressed her abdomen, feeling the stir of new life. A small, yet resolute smile formed on her lips. “Each child is a blessing,” she said softly, her voice resonant with determination. “This child picked me to be their mother, and I will shoulder that responsibility. They may not have a father, but I will make sure they feel double the love from me.”

After a brief silence, Jim nodded, accepting her choice. “Okay, if you’re sure that’s what you want.”

Sadie nodded in return, a small smile of gratitude forming on her face.

Jim exited the hospital room quietly, softly clicking the door shut. He pondered whether Noah would one day regret losing such a remarkable woman. Unlikely.

Recalling Noah’s lack of empathy, Jim shook his head in disappointment and sighed softly. He pulled out a prescription pad and wrote down the names of some medications. On the surface, they appeared to be simple vitamins to help Sadie recover, but in reality, they were meant to protect her pregnancy.

Later that day, as Sadie sat in the hospital canteen, her phone rang with an unexpected call from a nurse.

“Miss Hudson, your grandmother is now awake.”

At the news, Sadie felt a surge of happiness replace her grief instantly. “Is that true? I’m on my way!”

She rushed toward Laura’s hospital room.

A clinical scent lingered in the air, and the stark white linens contrasted sharply with Laura’s pale complexion.

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