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    Alex’s hands curled into fists, his knuckles pale from tension.


    He lingered, ncing once at Sadie—serene, distant—then at Noah, who stood firm, his presence unshaken.


    Finally, Alex exhaled, the frustration heavy in his chest.


    There was nothing left to argue. Sadie had made her stance clear.


    With stiff movements and bitterness etched in his steps, he turned away.


    His retreat echoed faintly down the hall, each footfall growing more distant. A soft click followed—the door closing behind him. Silence settled like dust.


    Noah turned around, facing Sadie.


    Hershes fluttered faintly, her face still and pale, shadows collecting beneath her eyes.


    “Do you want to eat anything? I can have something brought up.” His voice was low,ced with restrained affection.


    Sadie’s answer came muffled from beneath the covers.


    “You should leave too. I need time to think.”


    Noah’s hand paused midair, frozen as he reached to straighten her nket.


    He stood motionless. She wanted him gone as well?


    The realization cut deep, an ache blooming in his chest.


    He took a steadying breath, his reply barely above a whisper.


    “Okay. If you need anything… I’m just a call away.”


    His hand dropped slowly, reluctant. He turned off themp by her bed, leaving only the soft glow of a wall light behind.


    As he crossed the room, his eyes lingered on her—small and still beneath the covers. He stopped more than once, hesitating, then moved on.


    But the moment he stepped past the door, he was nearly knocked off bnce by someone rushing down the corridor.


    It was ine—sweaty, rumpled, shirt half-untucked—who came barreling toward him.


    “How is Sadie? Is she all right?”


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    He gripped Noah’s arm, breathing in sharp bursts, worry etched deep into every word.


    The moment ine had learned Farrell had tried to harm Sadie at Wall Manor, he’d abandoned everything—no coat, no dy—and rushed here.


    Noah’s brow furrowed, and he gently pushed ine’s hand away.


    He had a family now. He couldn’t afford misunderstandings—not with Sadie nearby.


    Drawing a deep breath, Noah answered quietly, his voice even but heavy.


    “She lost the child. Farrell’s been arrested. Sadie survived… but she’s shattered inside.”


    ine’s eyes narrowed sharply at the statement, a long breath escaping his lungs.


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