Chapter 1090:


    Pushing his way through the gathering crowd, a man with thinning hair and gold-rimmed sses appeared in a hurry.


    His pace was frantic, enough to leave his sses tilted and his forehead glistening with sweat—clearly, he had rushed the moment he caught wind of the disturbance.


    It was none other than Dawson Landon, the Ultracare Hospital’s director.


    Straining to maintainposure, Dawson forced a shaky smile that wavered at the edges. “Ms. Hudson, what a surprise. We… we deeply regret not greeting you sooner.”


    While speaking, he darted nervous nces at Sadie, gauging the storm brewing in her expression. “Still, Ms. Hudson, this is a surgical zone, and what you’re doing—”


    Sadie cut him off with an impatient flick of her hand and a re sharp enough to silence any further excuses.


    She wasn’t in the mood for polite scolding disguised as protocol.


    Spinning on her heel, she closed the distance between herself and Dawson, whose body had already begun to tremble under the pressure. Her eyes bored into him like twin des. “If Noah so much as loses a single strand of hair… I’ll reduce this entire hospital to ashes. Try me.”


    The force of Sadie’s presence weighed down on Dawson like a copsing ceiling—there was no room to breathe.


    Not for a second did he believe she was bluffing.


    “Sir.”


    “You, and your team, need to handle this situation now,” Sadie ordered, her tone frigid. “Do whatever it takes to prevent that operation from continuing. I don’t care what kind of procedure it is—it must be shut down immediately.”


    Dawson’s blood ran cold. His entire body stiffened, his knees buckling as if gravity had doubled its pull. He barely managed to stay upright.


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    This couldn’t be happening.


    Once a procedure had begun, halting it wasn’t a simple matter. If things went sideways and Noah didn’t survive, his career as head of the facility would crumble.


    Crash! The steel doors to the operating room burst inward with a deafening ng.


    Sadie didn’t spare Dawson another nce. She pivoted sharply and marched inside.


    Samuel and Jack trailed after her, their faces set, muscles taut with tension.


    Dawson’s fear spiked. His nerves frayed, and he scrambled after them, calling out frantically, “Ms. Hudson! Please, let’s talk! I’ll find a fix—I swear! We can settle this calmly. Just give me a moment! Please, calm down and don’t do this!”


    His modest facility stood no chance against a conglomerate like Wall Group.


    If Noah suffered any harm here, the institution—and Dawson himself—would be ruined.


    The group reached the monitoring station. Sadie cast a look so sharp it could cut steel.


    Dawson understood immediately. His hands trembled as he fumbled with his ID card, swiping it across the panel.


    The mechanical door gave a heavy groan as it utched.


    Inside, beneath the harsh re of overhead lights, a figure loomed—a man in scrubs, his face concealed except for a chilling pair of sharp, predatory eyes.


    In his grip was a scalpel, its de gleaming ominously just inches above Noah, whoy utterly still on the operating table.


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    Message from Noah: Enjoy the weekend dear ones. God loves you and Noah whishes you all the best. (=?=) /


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