Chapter 1240:


    She couldn’t bear the thought.


    Her fists curled tight at her sides, nails digging into her mmy palms until they stung.


    Her hands were cold, yet damp with sweat—trembling with fear she didn’t dare voice aloud.


    Outside the operating room, time crawled with cruel precision—each second a needle pricking at Sadie’s nerves.


    She stood rooted to the spot, not knowing how long she’d been there, her legs long since drained of feeling.


    Her gaze never wavered from the doors, sealed tight like a vault guarding fate itself.


    Then, atst—after what felt like an eternity—the harsh red glow above the doors flickered off. The doors creaked open.


    Sadie’s head snapped up; she lurched forward, nearly tripping over her own numb feet.


    Her heart thundered, wild and frantic, as though it might tear free from her chest.


    “How is he doing?” Her voice cracked, shaking as much as her hands.


    Hurst peeled off his mask, revealing a face marked by weariness, though a trace of his usual insouciance still clung to his features.


    His gaze met Sadie’sden with hesitation, a storm of unspoken words swirling in his eyes.


    The mere sight of his expression sent a chill crashing through her chest.


    What was that look supposed to mean?


    Why wasn’t he saying anything?


    What happened to Noah?


    Why wouldn’t Hurst just speak?


    Her thoughts spiraled, wing at her sanity.


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    Sadie’s already paleplexion threatened to fade further, herposure hanging by a thread.


    Then—finally—Hurst dropped the charade.


    He’d been toying with her, punishing her a little for the mistrust she’d shown before.


    With anguid shrug, he exhaled. “Rx,” he said smoothly. “For now… he’s pulled through.”


    The words hit Sadie like a dam breaking.


    Her knees buckled, breath catching as the crushing weight of fear lifted.


    Relief surged through her in waves—Noah was alive!


    Her chest heaved, her eyes burning hot with sudden tears.


    She steadied herself, heart racing again—this time with hope—and moved to rush into the operating room.


    Hurst swiftly raised an arm to block her path. “Whoa—hold on,” he said, the nonchnce fading from his voice.


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