Chapter 68

Chapter 68:

Kyla’s face was ghostly pale, her brows knitted, her lips trembling as if she were on the verge of death.

Noah arrived in a rush the moment he received word.

He stormed into the oxygen room, the sharp scent of antiseptic hitting him immediately.

His eyes found Kyla on the hospital bed—barely hanging on.

A doctor turned to him. “Mr. Wall, Miss Wade’s condition is critical. We’re doing everything possible.”

A nurse spoke to Noah, “Are you a relative? Hold her hands—she might remove the oxygen mask.” Noah’s gaze fell on Kyla.

Inside the mask, condensation had gathered, making each breath a struggle. She fought to stay conscious.

Noah moved quickly, following the nurse’s commands. His strong, slender hands pressed firmly on Kyla’s, ensuring she remained still. Kyla’s voice was a fragile murmur. “Noah… I feel terrible…”

Noah’s brow furrowed in immediate concern. “Kyla, stay with me. The doctors will take care of you.”

Kyla’s fingers twitched as she weakly attempted to hold his hands, but Noah intentionally pulled away. Instead, he pressed her wrists down firmly, making sure she didn’t remove her oxygen mask.

His focus was absolute; his eyes locked on Kyla with an intensity that made everything else in the room seem distant and irrelevant. It was as if the world had narrowed down to just the two of them.

Despite the pain, Kyla felt a twisted satisfaction deep inside. As long as she kept Noah occupied, Sadie wouldn’t get the help she needed. She would die.

Meanwhile, Sadie sat in the self-driving car, unease gnawing at her. Something didn’t feel right. Was it just a coincidence that she ran into Kyla twice at the hospital? And who had sent her grandma those photos and the letter? Who could know so much about her life, her family? It had to be… Kyla, right?

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Before Sadie could process the thought, a car ran a red light and slammed into the side of her vehicle with a deafening bang!

Everything flipped; Sadie was thrown around like a rag doll, her body violently jolted with every impact.

Panic surged through her as she instinctively wrapped her arms protectively around her abdomen.

Her head hit the window hard, sending a jolt of searing pain through her skull. Blood streamed down her forehead, and her vision blurred as she struggled to focus.

Through the pain, Sadie noticed flames licking at the car’s exterior, getting dangerously close.

Fear gripped her heart, freezing her in place. Her breath caught, shallow and quick. The seatbelt and airbag had trapped her, and the door was pinned to the ground.

Sadie’s fingers twitched, the only part of her body still free. She could feel the warmth of the fire creeping closer, and a cold realization hit her: if she didn’t escape, the flames would consume both her and the baby.

“Help…” Sadie’s voice was barely audible, a faint whisper against the overwhelming roar of the flames.

Each breath felt like she was inhaling fire itself, the smoke stinging her lungs and clouding her thoughts. Her body felt numb, but she forced her trembling fingers to find her phone. The screen was smeared with her blood, a cruel reminder of the danger she was in. Desperation surged through her as she pressed the power button three times with frantic urgency.

The phone dialed Noah, her emergency contact. She had set this up long ago, believing he would always be there when she needed him most.

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