Chapter 225
Despair clung to her with a crushing intensity, its grip as tight and suffocating as a shroud.
Her complexion turned ghostly pale, every hint of color washed away by the tidal wave of her anguish.
Her heart ached, feeling as though it were being shredded piece by piece.
The cruel twists of fate seemed unending—why were she and Averi subjected to such relentless suffering?
With her parents gone and her divorce, now she faced the terrifying possibility of losing Averi too.
Biting down hard on her lower lip, she fought to hold back the tears brimming in her eyes.
At that moment, the doors to the operating room creaked open. Jim strode out, peeling off his surgical mask with a grave expression etched on his face.
He spotted Sadie instantly, a solitary figure slumped against the wall, her form barely holding up against the weight of her misery. A jolt of concern pierced him as he quickened his steps toward her, his hands reaching out to offer support.
“Sadie,” he called softly, his voice tinged with worry. His fingers brushed against her icy skin, sending a ripple of unease through him. He had intended to inquire about the donor’s arrival, but the sight of her, so visibly shattered, halted his words.
Sadie’s gaze was distant and unfocused, the light in her eyes dimmed by pain.
The hollow, haunted look in her eyes sank Jim’s heart further, a heavy dread coiling in his stomach. Gently, he guided her to sit on the nearby bench.
Her voice, when she spoke, was a fragile whisper, raw and broken. “Dr. Archer… Averi…”
Jim’s gaze locked onto her, his stomach twisting into a tight knot as the full weight of her fears sank in.
With urgency quickening his steps, he hurried back to the operating room to manage the crucial follow-up procedures.
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Moments later, the sterile light of the operating room flicked off, and the doors creaked open slowly.
Jim emerged, his expression etched with gravity, clutching a report marked “Critical Condition.”
Meanwhile, Averi was wheeled out by a nurse, his small frame appearing hauntingly pale on the bed, his breaths so shallow they were barely noticeable.noveldrama
“Averi…”
Sadie’s voice broke as she extended trembling hands toward her son. She yearned to caress him but hesitated, her fingers suspended in mid-air before they fell limply at her sides.
Jim observed her turmoil, his own heart heavy. After a moment’s pause, he extended the report toward her.
Sadie didn’t accept it; her gaze remained transfixed on Averi, her eyes hollow with despair.
Later, in the solitude of Averi’s hospital room, Sadie sat unmoving beside his bed, her face a mask of numbness.
A shaky hand reached into her pocket, pulling out her phone. Her eyes lingered on “Noah Wall” in her contact list, her thoughts tangled in indecision.
She despised the idea of begging, of reopening old wounds with him.
Yet, for Averi’s sake, she felt cornered into a decision she loathed. Her finger trembled as she hit the dial button, each ring echoing like a drumbeat against her chest, amplifying her dread.
Doubts swirled in her mind—what if Noah refused to help? The thought was unbearable.
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