Chapter 1329

Sadie cut him off, her patience gone, and her voice sharp.

“You don’t get to tell me what to do. Dederick Hudson is my father. You and I, there’s nothing between us. Don’t think you can use me for your own gain.”

Fire burned in her eyes as she glared up at Emerson.noveldrama

“And if something happens to Noah, you can forget about seeing me alive, too.”

Sadie shrugged off Emerson’s hand, putting distance between them with a single, decisive move.

Without sparing him a backward glance, she strode toward the far end of the room.

Emerson’s arm lingered in the air, his eyes swirling with regret and sorrow.

He turned away at last, letting his gaze settle once again on Brenda’s urn, lost in memories.

Shadows gathered on his face as the gentle father vanished, leaving only a steely hunger for dominance.

“Brenda, your spirit lives on in her. The same unyielding pride, that willingness to die in honor rather than live in disgrace. Still, I know she’ll fall in line eventually. You and Sadie share that overwhelming capacity for feeling.”

Time ticked away, nearly an hour slipping past in restless silence. Sadie couldn’t sit still as she paced the vast living room, her brow knitted with worry. Where was the update?

Why hadn’t anyone brought word yet?

And why had Noah suddenly appeared, especially alongside Hurst? Then it clicked. She remembered Noah mentioning something recently about sending Hurst on an urgent mission.

That must have been it. Noah had orchestrated an infiltration of the Wolfpack.

Typical of him, Sadie thought bitterly. He never hesitated to take risks, always shielding her from the details.

Her restless gaze fell on Emerson, who lounged on the sofa, coffee cup in hand, projecting utter calm.

How could Emerson be so unfazed when his friend was fighting for his life in a burning building?

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It was clear—Emerson’s heart was as cold as ice.

Emerson’s fatherly feelings, Sadie suspected, were nothing more than an act.

Just then, a bodyguard in a crisp black suit burst into the room. Sadie didn’t hesitate. She darted forward and seized his arm, desperation in her voice.

“Tell me! What’s happening? Where are they?”

Her urgent grip startled the man, making him freeze, words caught in his throat.

Emerson finally put his cup aside and rose from his seat. “She’s my daughter. Give her the report.”

Sadie shot him a sharp look.

His daughter?

The words made her snap, but she had no time for arguments now.

Only then did the bodyguard manage to stammer out his reply. “Noah and his companion got Mr. Afara out. They’ve already left in a car. Mr. Afara is with them, so we didn’t dare act rashly.”

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