Chapter 820

Sadie stood still, the weight of the news slamming into her like a wave.

Hailey. The baby.

Did something happen to them?

“Was she hurt? Do we know what happened?”

Samuel replied, uncertainty in his voice,

“Not exactly. Details are sketchy. But… Mr. Noel looked panicked. Hailey seemed unconscious.”noveldrama

Sadie’s grip on the phone tightened, her knuckles whitening.

This wasn’t her problem. Hailey’s condition—her pregnancy—none of it had anything to do with her.

And yet…

The image of Noah’s stricken face flared in her mind.

If Hailey was truly in danger, the fallout could be disastrous. The Burgess family wouldn’t just stand by.

And Noah—he’d be caught right in the center of it all.

She couldn’t let that happen. Not without trying.

“Understood,” she said quietly, and ended the call.

Without another second’s hesitation, Sadie reached for the coat draped over the sofa, slinging it over her shoulders.

She was out the door before the echo of her footsteps had time to fade, sliding into her car, heart pounding.

The engine roared to life as she sped to Jazmah Hopevale Hospital.

The night lay heavy over Myrtlewood Estate, cloaking the grounds in a velvet hush.

Unseen in the shadows just beyond the gates, a pair of sharp eyes tracked Sadie’s taillights as they disappeared into the distance.

Inside a nondescript black sedan, Briley lowered her binoculars, her knuckles pale from the grip.

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She had come intending to sniff around Sadie’s affairs, maybe dig up something useful to earn favor.

But this—Sadie speeding off in the dead of night, face tight with worry—this was unexpected.

That wasn’t the look of someone heading to a late-night business meeting.

Where could she have gone at this hour?

No, this was something else. Urgent. Personal.

Briley narrowed her eyes in contemplation.

She wanted to see what Sadie was up to with her own eyes.

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Message from Noah: Nice sunday for you all dear ones. God loves you and Noah whishes you all the best. (=?=) /

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