Between Ruin And Resolve My Ex-Husband's Regret novel Chapter 90

Chapter 90 Your Kingdom

Jim steadied himself, drawing in a deep breath to quell the turmoil churning inside.

Lifting his gaze to Noah, he let out a sharp, pointed remark. “Mr. Big Shot, of course you can go in. But are you certain you won’t make things worse? If the patient refuses to cooperate and I can’t treat her, don’t come pointing fingers at me.”

Noah’s brows knitted tighter, his eyes clouded with confusion and hesitation.

His lips pressed into a thin line, but no words came.

Jim didn’t press. Instead, he simply swung open the door to the master bedroom, stepping to the side with a slight, almost dismissive wave. “This is your house, your kingdom. Naturally, you can go in if you wish.” He met Noah’s gaze with a

steady one of his own. “But if things go south, that’s on you.”

Noah’s jaw tightened, his expression hardening. He could feel the weight behind Jim’s words.

Jim’s forthrightness made Noah second–guess his own suspicions.

His mind flashed back to that morning–Sadie refusing to open the door, her coldness gnawing at his patience. A surge of

frustration bubbled to the surface.

“Forget it,” Noah snapped, his voice laced with defiance and something unspoken beneath. “It’s not like I wanted to go in anyway.” He spun on his heel to leave, but his steps weren’t as sure as his words. There was a slight hesitation, a flicker of something uncertain in his stride.

Through the ajar door, Sadie heard every word.

She lay curled on the bed, her face ghostly pale, eyes staring into nothingness.

She had long known Noah didn’t care. Her heart, already numb, felt like it was being cut by a knife, yet she felt nothing.

A bitter, self–mocking smile tugged at her lips, as if she were laughing at the foolish hopes she’d once clung to.

Without a word, Jim quietly closed the door, shutting out Noah’s final, wavering glance.

Silence settled over the room, broken only by the soft, shallow rhythm of Sadie’s breathing.

Jim’s footsteps were soft, as he approached the bed. His eyes filled with concern, he studied Sadie’s pale, unmoving face. “Are you all right?” he asked gently, his voice low and careful.

Sadie remained silent, lying still as if she were nothing more than a hollow shell, a puppet with its strings cut.

Jim let out a quiet sigh, sitting on the edge of the bed. He reached out to feel her forehead, his touch light. “It’s alright. The

fever isn’t too high.”

But then, without warning, Sadie stirred.

She shot up abruptly, her eyes wild, glinting with a desperate, almost frantic light.

Before Jim could react, she seized his hand. Her fingers were ice–cold, but her grip was fierce, unrelenting.

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Then, to his utter shock, Sadie slid off the bed and dropped to her knees with a dull thud.

“Please.” The word tore from her throat, hoarse and raw, trembling with emotions she had buried for far too long. “Help

me.”

Jim’s heart lurched. He quickly reached down, flustered, and helped her back to her feet. “Sadie, what’s wrong?” he asked, his voice urgent but gentle. “What happened? I was told you were just sick.”

He held her by the arms, his steady hands trying to calm her.

Sadie fought to keep her tears at bay, her voice trembling as she forced out the words. “Noah has me trapped here… cut off from everyone. I need to get out. Please, can you help me?” Her eyes locked onto Jim’s, her desperation palpable.

Jim froze, the weight of her plea pressing down on him. “Well…” He trailed off, torn between empathy and concerns.

He knew all too well how ruthless Noah could be. If Noah ever found out he’d helped Sadie escape, the fallout would be

catastrophic.

The mere thought of Noah’s wrath sent a trickle of sweat down Jim’s temple.

Sadie saw the hesitation flicker across his face. She inhaled deeply, steadying herself, her voice soft but resolute. “Don’t worry. I won’t drag you into this any more than necessary. Just… distract the guards downstairs. That’s all I need. I’ll take care of the rest.” Her tone was calm, but her eyes burned with fierce determination. She was ready to risk everything.

Jim wavered, the logic gnawing at him.

It wasn’t much–just a simple diversion.

Harmless enough, or so it seemed.

As if sensing his internal struggle, Sadie pressed her advantage. Her trembling hand moved to her abdomen.

“Yesterday…” she whispered, her voice cracking, “Noah carried me back. It… it put the pregnancy at risk.” She swallowed hard, her words thick with emotion. “And today, I’ve been running a fever.”

She lifted her gaze to meet Jim’s, her eyes swimming with a mix of despair and silent pleading.

“If I stay here any longer… I’ll either be forced into an abortion when he finds out about the pregnancy… or I’ll lose the

baby from his neglect.”

Her words hung heavy in the air. She squeezed her eyes shut, and the tears she’d fought so hard to hold back finally broke free, trailing down her pale cheeks.

“Either way…” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “I can’t keep the baby… For the sake of my child… I have to leave.”