Between Ruin And Resolve My Ex-Husband's Regret novel Chapter 292

Chapter 292 She Was Alive

“I didn’t…” Sadie began, but Noah quickly interrupted her.

His hands clenched into fists, he looked into Sadie’s eyes and said deliberately, “Your grandmother is alive.”

“What?” Confusion swept over Sadie, unsure if she had understood him correctly.

“She’s in the adjacent ward, and she’s still unconscious.” Noah’s voice softened a bit as he continued, “It’s time you took responsibility for her care, instead of leaving it to my maid.”

With that, he walked away, leaving Sadie and Alex by themselves.

Stunned, Sadie stood motionless, her mind struggling to accept the news. Her grandmother was still alive?

Acting on impulse, she brushed past Alex and hurried to the next ward.

There, Laura lay on the hospital bed, her delicate frame accompanied by medical equipment that beeped quietly.

Tears welled up in Sadie’s eyes as she tenderly touched Laura’s face. She glanced at the monitors, which displayed the rhythmic patterns of Laura’s heartbeat, proving she was still fighting for her life.

“Grandma…” Sadie murmured, her voice quivering as she bent over the bed, crying uncontrollably.

Alex remained a few steps behind, silently observing the emotional scene. His sympathy for Sadie deepened as he watched her sorrow unfold.

He softly touched her shoulder, whispering, “Don’t cry, Sadie. Laura will recover.”

Grateful, Sadie looked up at Alex through her tears.

Meanwhile, Noah stormed out of the hospital, his expression filled with frustration.

From a distance, Samuel, always attentive, noticed his boss’s abrupt appearance and hurried over. “Mr. Wall.”

He was puzzled. Noah had just entered the hospital ten minutes earlier. What made him leave so quickly?

Noah kept walking, offering only a brief “Hmm” in response.

“Mr. Wall, I was bringing you the soup,” Samuel said, following him with a thermos in hand.

“This morning you asked the chef at Myrtlewood Estate to prepare soup for Mrs. Wall. You’ve left it behind when you went in, and now you’re leaving already…”

“No need for that now. Just throw it away,” Noah said dismissively.

Samuel hesitated before asking, “So, should I not deliver it to Mrs. Wall?”

Noah massaged his temples, his weariness evident.

“Just discard it,” he instructed firmly.

Before Samuel could reply, Noah halted abruptly. His tone softened unexpectedly. “Wait.” 0.0%

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Samuel tensed, anxiously watching Noah

“Deliver it to the nurses‘ station, commanded Noah, his voice still cool but slightly gentler than before.

“Right away, Mr. Wall,” Samuel responded promptly, though he silently wondered what recent event might have caused a

change in Noah’s mood.

Noah walked briskly to the curb where his sleek black Maybach was parked. He pulled open the door and settled into the

back seat.

Inside, the cold from the air conditioning couldn’t soothe his agitation.

With his eyes closed, images of Sadie’s despondent look and her grip on Alex’s sleeve haunted him.

An intense wave of irritation washed over him, sudden and fierce. He opened his eyes, his stare piercing.

“To the office,” he instructed the driver sharply.

The driver, without a word, ignited the engine and drove smoothly from the hospital.

As the car moved, Noah’s fingers drummed a steady beat on the armrest.

He replayed Sadie’s biting remarks, the venom in her gaze, and her apparent dependency on Alex in his mind.

His hands balled into fists, the skin over his knuckles stretching taut.

Why did this anger consume him so deeply?

He had merely intended to scare her into submission.

Yet, seeing her so broken and reliant on another was like a vice grip on his heart, making it difficult to breathe.

In frustration, Noah loosened his tie, but the tightness in his chest persisted.

What had he been hoping for?

Did he expect her to yield? To plead with him?

No, that wasn’t his desire.

But what did he really want?

The pungent smell of disinfectant hung heavily around Kyla. She adjusted the IV needle in her arm, her expression one of

annoyance.

“Why isn’t he here yet?” she whispered under her breath, her gaze flicking toward the door.

“Miss Wade, there’s no need for concern. Mr. Wall has many responsibilities; his delay is probably due to urgent matters.” The caregiver reassured her, offering a freshly peeled apple.