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    “So yeah… we’ve had to hit pause on that for now.”


    Sadie nodded slightly, a silent signal ofprehension. There were indeed more pressing matters demanding attention now.


    Still, Faron Retreat held deep personal significance.


    “Once I’m discharged, I’ll handle the discussion with the owner directly. Please proceed with the arrangements.”


    Tina responded with an eager nod. “Understood. I’ll manage everything.”


    Sadie’s gaze sharpened as though something else had resurfaced in her mind.


    “And Tina—within the next few days, try to quietly make contact with Rosewood Hospital in Zupren.”


    Tina’s brows furrowed, confusion written all over her face.


    That facility was notorious. Years prior, they had imed Noah had passed away despite every effort made. It nearly tore Sadie apart. And now Sadie was considering reconnecting?


    “Sadie, why would we contact that ce again?” Tina asked, her tone taut with restrained fury. “They deceived us. They told us Mr. Wall was already—”


    Sadie cut her off with a soft sigh. “I get that you’re angry. So am I. But even though Noah’s doing okay physically, his memory loss is still a serious issue. Sure, we have ess to cutting-edge care—but Rosewood Hospital is globally renowned for cognitive restoration and brain health. If we want meaningful improvement, they might be essential.” She hesitated, her eyes distant.


    “I recall a specialist there—Evan Gill, if memory serves. See if you can find a way to reach him.”


    At that moment, the reality struck Tina—Noah’s memories were still missing. And aside from locating Hailey, this mission ranked highest.


    If his mind returned, those scheming figures within Wall Group would be powerless.


    Tina gave a determined nod. “I’m on it, Sadie. I’ll find a way to reach Dr. Gill.”


    Meanwhile, across the city at the Howe family’s estate, Alex brooded in the living room, rage etched into every feature. He was wrapped in gauze, some strips darkened by seeping blood.


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    An oppressive silence hung over the room.


    A bodyguard hovered nearby, eyes downcast, voice hesitant. “Mr. Howe, we got Stan out, too. But… could it attract suspicion? And Jack—don’t stress. Our team made sure he won’t be waking up ever again.”


    Alex’s head snapped up, eyes icy and venomous.


    He seized a mug from the table and hurled it to the floor, where it exploded into shards.


    “Morons!” He was practically shaking with rage.


    What a bunch of fools! They’d injured Jack but brought Stan back unscathed.


    It was practically an invitation for Noah and ine to unravel everything.


    The bodyguard recoiled at the eruption, nearly losing his footing.


    With a quiver in his tone, he asked, “Mr. Howe… what do we do now?”


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