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

Chapter 884:

Meanwhile, in the restroom, Sadie clutched the icy rim of the sink. A violent episode of vomiting had left her feeling hollow, with a persistent sour taste. She turned the faucet, gathered some water, and splashed it on her face to refresh herself.

Footsteps echoed behind her. Nathan entered cautiously, his face still marked by redness and swelling. He handed her a tissue gently.

“Ms. Hudson, are you all right? You seem uncomfortable.”

Accepting the tissue, Sadie wiped her mouth. She nodded her head, her voice feeble. “I’m fine.” She had been feeling off lately. Fatigue was constant, her appetite was lacking, and the mere sight of meat or oily foods made her stomach churn with nausea.

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Nathan watched her, his face etched with concern.

Then, as if a thought had suddenly occurred to him, his eyes lit up. With a tentative and speculative tone, he said, “Ms. Hudson, you—you aren’t expecting, are you?”

His words struck Sadie forcefully. She snapped her head up, disbelief widening her eyes. Impossible! Instinctively, her hand went to her flat stomach. No feeling there.

Yet her mind raced as she recalled recent events. The tiredness, the revulsion at meat, and the sudden nausea just now. These symptoms were strikingly similar to what she had experienced during her previous pregnancy with Averi.

No, it couldn’t be!

Nathan saw Sadie lost in thought, and his heart raced. Panic welled up within him. Damn it! Had he unwittingly blurted out the truth?

Sadie Hudson, chairwoman of Wall Group, a widow, was pregnant? Should this news leak, it would spark a scandal of enormous proportions. Was he, a minor player in this drama, now privy to a dark secret among the elite? In TV dramas, characters like him who knew too much often met early ends at the hands of the protagonists! Could he be at risk for knowing too much?

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The more he pondered, the more his fear grew. Acting on instinct, he covered his mouth with his hands, eyes wide with fear.

Sadie collected herself. She dropped her hand, her face returning to its usual poise.

“Stop saying nonsense.” She glanced briefly at Nathan. “It’s likely just exhaustion and some gastritis. I’m not feeling well. I need to rest back at the hotel.”

Nathan nodded eagerly, his hands still over his mouth as he murmured, “Of course! I’ll drive you.” As long as it kept him safe, he was ready to comply with her wishes.

Sadie did not object. Feeling utterly spent, she just wanted a quiet place to rest.

They didn’t go back to the dining room; instead, they quietly exited through the side door of the manor.

Nathan’s conspicuous pink sports car was parked nearby. He hurried ahead and opened the passenger door for Sadie.

As Sadie approached the car to get in, a tall figure appeared beside it without warning. It was Noah. Unnoticed, he had followed them out, now standing there with an unreadable expression.

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