Chapter 127
She was enveloped by an endless white expanse, the sterile scent of disinfectant hanging heavy in the air.
A ventilator pressed uncomfortably against her face, hindering her breaths.
Awareness slowly crept in—she was in a hospital.
Her blurred sight slowly sharpened, forming the outline of a concerned figure standing over her. It was none other than Alex.
Recognition flickered through her foggy mind, and a wave of relief washed over her. Her heart, which had been pounding in wild disarray, settled into a more steady rhythm.
Thank goodness it wasn’t Noah.
“You’re awake, Sadie!” Alex’s voice carried a trace of concern as he lightly brushed his hand against her forehead. “How are you feeling?” he asked softly, his eyes searching hers for any sign of discomfort.
Sadie gave a feeble shake of her head, her voice just a raspy whisper.
“Water…” she murmured weakly, her lips barely moving.
Without hesitation, Alex grabbed a glass and filled it to the brim before gently assisting her in sipping.
The cool water glided over her parched lips and down her throat, offering a fleeting respite from her discomfort.
“Take me away from here,” Sadie muttered urgently, gripping Alex’s hand with surprising strength. Her voice was fraught with desperation. “Please. Take me away.”
Her eyes, wide and haunted, seemed to see something horrifying beyond the sterile hospital walls.
“I don’t care if I die—I just never want to see Noah again.”
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Alex felt a painful squeeze in his chest, seeing her fear.
“The private jet is ready,” he assured with quiet confidence. “We can leave anytime you want. But your condition—it’s precarious. It’s best to rest here, under medical care, for a few more days. We’re safe, Sadie. We’re not in Jazmah anymore. This is my territory. Noah won’t find us here.”
But Sadie was shaking her head fiercely, tears cascading down her cheeks in silent testimony to her resolve.noveldrama
“No. I want to leave now,” she insisted, her voice quivering with determination. “I can’t bear another minute here.”
Seeing the resolve in her eyes, Alex realized that arguing would be pointless.
“Alright,” he said with a heavy nod. “I’ll arrange for us to leave immediately.” He stood, his silhouette framed by the window, and dialed the phone. His instructions were murmured into the receiver with an air of finality.
Sadie’s breath caught as the haunting memory of the crash reverberated through her closed eyelids.
The black car, the blinding headlights—it had all collided with the force of a tempest.
Everything had spiraled so quickly, a blur of moments that could have spelled her end.
But here she was, breathing, her heart beating a fierce rhythm of survival, clinging to the hope of a brighter future—a future where she could finally be free, with Noah out of the picture.
“Alex,” her voice cracked as she reopened her eyes, desperation shimmering within them. “Please, you have to help me. Make Noah believe I’m dead—that’s the only way he’ll…”
“Stop searching for me.”
Alex turned to face her, his features softening, his heart twisting at the sight of her drained face and the sheer fear in her eyes.
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