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

Chapter 1091:

Noah’s skin was pale, his breathing shallow. He was clearly deep under anesthesia.

Sadie’s heart dropped into her stomach. Her pupils narrowed. “Noah!” Her voice broke into a ragged cry as she darted toward him, wild with panic, hurling herself against the table where he lay. She kept shouting his name, frantic and breathless, the sound raw with grief. “Please, Noah, open your eyes!”

Just above his skull, a gleaming blade hovered—so close it could have sliced with the faintest twitch.

Another heartbeat, and the outcome would’ve been irreversible. Sadie’s pulse thrashed in her chest. Her back was soaked, her limbs quaking beneath the pressure of terror.

At that precise instant, Samuel and the guards burst in like a sudden storm.

Clad in black, the men moved like clockwork, forcing the doctor to the floor and prying the scalpel from his clenched hand.

“Let me go!” the man—Stuart Lawson—rasped, struggling against their grip.

Frozen in place, Dawson could only gape at the chaos. His eyes locked onto the unfamiliar figure—the “doctor” who had nearly altered fate—and his mind collapsed into confusion.

He lifted a trembling hand, barely able to form the words. “Who… who are you?! How did you even get in here?!”

Hearing the words, Sadie, too, was momentarily stunned.

She whipped around, her glare slicing into him. His face drained of color under the intensity of her stare. “What is going on here?!” Dawson nearly buckled under the weight of her fury.

He waved his hands with wild urgency, anguish contorting his features. His voice trembled with fear. “Ms. Hudson, you have to trust me! I’m telling the truth—this is all a terrible mix-up! That man—he doesn’t work here! I promise you, he’s not on our personnel list!” Dawson was soaked in perspiration, gripped by dread that Sadie might hold the facility liable for the chaos. “Besides, Mr. Noel was scheduled for cranial reconstruction today under the care of Dr. Farrell Adams, the top brain specialist at our institution! The documentation and procedure timetable are exact. This shouldn’t have happened!”

After he spoke, Dawson suddenly smacked his own forehead. “Wait! Dr. Adams! He called earlier—said he had an urgent family matter and needed to take the day off! This entire thing… we’ve been deceived!”

𝗧𝗲𝘅𝘁 𝗲𝘅𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 g⍺𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝗍𝖊𝗅𝘀﹐ⅽ𝗼𝗺

Regret overwhelmed him. If only he had questioned Farrell’s excuse more thoroughly.

It was a setup from the start.

With a heavy thump, Dawson collapsed to the floor, facing Sadie with desperation etched into his voice. “Ms. Hudson, please—hear me out! We’ve been duped too! I’m begging you, don’t doubt our innocence!”

Sadie’s eyes moved slowly from Dawson to Stuart, still restrained by the guards.

Despite the situation, Stuart was disturbingly unruffled. His face bore no emotion, and his gaze—cold, calculating—remained locked on them without a word.

His unnatural stillness made Sadie’s skin crawl.

She turned sharply toward Samuel, her tone as sharp as ice. “Uncover that man’s identity.”noveldrama

Samuel gave a slight bow. “Right away, Ms. Hudson.”

At his signal, the guards dragged the ominously silent Stuart from the operating room.

A suffocating stillness settled over the room, leaving just Sadie, Dawson, and the unconscious Noah.

Drawing a shaky breath, Sadie wrestled down the turmoil surging inside her.

She stepped closer to the bed, her eyes fixed on Noah’s colorless face. Carefully, she laid her hand against his forehead.

The chill of his skin pierced through her, tightening her chest with grief.

Looking back at Dawson, who stood quaking behind her, she asked in a broken whisper, “How long… until he regains consciousness?”

Dawson, startled by her words, felt a flicker of hope. He rushed to check Noah’s vitals.

Moments later, he exhaled deeply, and some color returned to his cheeks.

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