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    “Ms. Hudson, we’ve exhausted our options. The most recent scans indicate the cerebral obstruction is progressing. It’s critical. Without swift action, I’m afraid…”


    He trailed off. The implication was clear.


    If the blockage kept advancing, the result would be catastrophic.


    Sadie clenched her fingers in herp. rm shimmered in her gaze.


    She couldn’t let anything happen to him. She wouldn’t.


    “I’ve already dispatched someone to contact the finest specialists at Rosewood Hospital. Whatever’s required, we’ll fight this.”


    The doctor gave a brief nod and stepped out.


    A stillness settled in—broken only by machines murmuring and soft breathing.


    Tina brought Sadie closer to the bedside.


    Sadie extended a hand and brushed her fingers over Noah’s.


    They were cool to the touch. The same hand that once offeredfort now felt foreign.


    “Noah… you’ve got to pull through,” she murmured, her voice uneven. “Can you hear me? Please.”


    She nced toward Tina. “Any updates from Dr. Gill?”


    Tina hesitated before shaking her head faintly.


    She had done everything possible to find Evan—a renowned neurologist—but he’d disappeared, unreachable by all known means.


    Sadie’s spirits dropped.


    If they couldn’t find Evan, then what alternatives remained?


    She couldn’t simply sit and witness Noah slipping further away.


    Waiting wasn’t an option. Time was running out. She needed another way. Suddenly, Sadie’s chin snapped up, resolve igniting in her gaze. A sudden thought struck her like lightning.


    “Stuart!” she blurted before hesitation could catch up.


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    Tina stopped mid-motion, her features shifting—realization dawning fast.


    She could already guess Sadie’s n. She intended to contact him.


    But Stuart… Getting involved with him was like walking blindfolded through a minefield.


    “Sadie, think,” Tina said, her voiceced with worry. “What he’s done—those neural chip trials, the ones that rewrite or wipe memory entirely—they might clear the blockage, yeah. But they’re unstable. Experimental. It could permanently obliterate everything Mr. Wall remembers!”


    Everything. His childhood. His story. His connection to Sadie. Gone.


    Sadie’s hands quivered. Of course, she knew the risks. Of course, she understood what it could cost.


    But Evan was unreachable. And Noah hadn’t opened his eyes in days. Time was slipping.


    Stuart’s inventions were a gamble—like swallowing fire to chase warmth—but possibly their final hope.


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