Between Ruin And Resolve: My Ex-Husband’s Regret

Chapter 228

Chapter 228:

Noah stopped dead in his tracks, clearly shaken by the news. He wasn’t Averi’s father, but the thought of the boy in jeopardy tightened his chest with visceral pain as if his heart was being squeezed. A deep frustration surged through him. He closed his eyes for a moment, battling to maintain his composure. Gritting his teeth, he whispered, “Sadie… Averi…”

Noah then snapped his eyes open, his resolve hardening. Turning to Samuel, he commanded, “Get the car ready. We’re heading to the hospital immediately.”

Samuel didn’t hesitate. “Understood, Mr. Wall,” he responded swiftly before hurrying to the car.

Noah turned on his heel and strode toward the black Maybach parked by the roadside. Without another word, he got in, and they sped off toward the hospital.

Inside the hospital room, the atmosphere was heavy with exhaustion. Sadie sat by Averi’s bed, her body slumped forward in restless sleep. The faint beeping of the monitors was the only sound filling the silence.

Noah’s entrance disrupted the deep silence enveloping the room. His imposing presence filled the doorway, Samuel following closely like a faithful shadow.

Jim, already in the room, glanced up from the sofa. His eyes briefly met Noah’s, and there was a fleeting flicker of something—something like distance or perhaps regret. The friendship they once shared had long since eroded, replaced by a quiet, tense estrangement.

carrying an underlying urgency.

bed, his eyes fixed on Averi’s pale, delicate features. An unexpected tightness

flickered with fury and helplessness as he looked

the procedure himself, to get the bone marrow by any means necessary, was almost too much to bear. But Jim held himself back,

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contain his anger. “She

cold gaze locking onto Jim.

into a grim tone. “Averi’s condition… isn’t looking good.

pale and etched with exhaustion. His expression hardened. Without a word, he turned on his heel and stormed out of the

steps hurried. “Mr. Wall, where

spoke. “Find that donor. Every lead, every scrap

He was used to Noah’s urgency, but this felt different. This time, there was no room

lingered in the doorway, watching Noah leave. His emotions were a twisted knot in his chest. Perhaps, with Noah’s involvement, they could finally

room, closing the