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

Chapter 1114:

Then Farrell blinked, fooled by Noah’s slow approach. His tension slipped. His hold on Sadie eased, just slightly.

That was all it took. And in the blink of an eye, the balance shattered.

A sharp glint cut through Noah’s eyes—cold, focused, deadly. Before Farrell could react, Noah lunged forward and locked his hand around the wrist gripping the dagger.

“Ah!” Farrell let out a scream as searing pain shot through his arm. His strength vanished in an instant.

The blade slipped from his fingers and hit the floor with a metallic clatter. Noah didn’t slow down. With ruthless efficiency, he wrenched Farrell’s arm back and slammed him to the floor.

Within seconds, officers rushed over. They dog-piled him without hesitation, forcing him down before he could even think of fighting back.

At last, Sadie let out the breath she didn’t realize she’d been holding.noveldrama

Almost by instinct, her hand flew to her belly. That was when she felt it—something wet trailing down her leg.

She lowered her gaze. Bright red droplets splattered the polished floor, vivid and horrifying.

Sunlight poured through the windows, harsh and blinding.

Dizziness crashed over Sadie, stealing the last of her strength. The floor pitched beneath her, and before she could steady herself, her body gave way and she crumpled.

But she never hit the floor. Warmth caught her mid-fall—arms wrapping around her, steady and strong.

Noah’s breath hitched as he saw the blood soaking through her skirt.

He pulled her into his arms without a word and bolted toward the exit.

“Sadie, stay with me! Don’t you dare close your eyes!”

Twenty minutes later, Noah charged through the emergency room doors like a man possessed, holding Sadie’s limp body close to his chest.

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“Doctor! I need a doctor!” he shouted, grabbing the sleeve of the nearest physician. “You have to save her—whatever it takes!”

Startled, the doctor froze for a second before his eyes locked onto Sadie. His expression changed immediately.

Sadie’s skirt was drenched in blood, the vivid red soaking through the fabric—a terrifying mess of urgency and danger.

“Get her into surgery! Move!”

Without missing a beat, he signaled to a nurse. A stretcher rolled in before the order was fully out of his mouth.

They transferred Sadie gently, her skin ghost-pale, beads of cold sweat clinging to her forehead.

Noah stood stiff as stone, watching helplessly as they wheeled her away.

The operating room doors slammed shut with a hollow bang.

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