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    “Stuart,” he said quietly, yet his voice carried with crystal rity to everyone present. “Surprised? Even someone like you would end up like this.”


    Trapped beneath the bodyguards’ iron grip, Stuart waspletely helpless.


    The moment he heard those words, his eyes bulged with rage, and he thrashed like a wild animal.


    “Hurst! You piece of trash! What gives you the right to be so smug? I’m Stuart! The real Stuart! What are you? Nothing but a worthless dog I raised! A shadow, a damn impostor who can never rece me!” His words were as vicious as they were vile.


    Sadie’s face darkened with disgust, her contempt obvious to anyone watching. She shot a withering look at Stuart, who was still ranting pathetically on the floor, then nodded curtly to the bodyguards nearby.


    “Get him out of here. Don’t let him continue this disgusting spectacle in public.”


    The bodyguards immediately hauled the still-cursing Stuart away without ceremony.


    Meanwhile, Alex watched blood continue streaming from Sadie’s palm, his worry mounting by the second.


    “Sadie, this wound is serious. We need to get you to a hospital immediately!” he urged, trying to guide her toward the exit.


    But Sadie pulled away from his grasp with quiet determination.


    “I’m fine.”


    Though her hand throbbed relentlessly, the physical pain barely registered against the crushing weight of her anxiety.


    Noah’s deteriorating condition consumed her thoughtspletely.


    Turning to face Hurst, who stood watching her with an unreadable expression, she spoke with quiet intensity.


    “I’ve kept my end of the bargain. When does Noah’s treatment start?”


    Hurst’s gaze dropped to her hand, where blood continued to flow freely, and his expression tightened with concern.


    “I don’t coborate with those who are incapacitated,” he said bluntly, as though stating an obvious truth. “If that wound keeps bleeding at this rate, you might be looking at amputation.”


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    The word hit Sadie like a physical blow. Amputation?


    Her heart lurched painfully in her chest.


    When she looked down at her palm, the reality struck her fully. The gash was devastatingly deep, white bone visible through the torn flesh, and blood hadpletely saturated Alex’s handkerchief with no signs of slowing.


    If this injury dyed Noah’s treatment or left her unable to function properly, it would be a grave mistake.


    “Alright,” she said through clenched teeth, pain and determination warring in her voice. “Just remember what you promised me.”


    After saying that, Sadie turned to leave and get her injury treated.


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