Chapter 405 What It Means
To Cross Me
Nanette’s footing faltered, but Sadie was quick to steady her.
“Nanette, are you okay?” she asked, concern lacing her voice.
Nanette gave a shaky nod, though the tremor in her hands betrayed her.
Kyla halted mid–stride, turning back with a glacial glare. Her voice was razor–sharp, each word laced with venom.
“Enjoy this moment, Nanette. Soon enough, you’ll understand what it means to cross me.”
Nanette stood frozen, her mind spiraling. The weight of Kyla’s threat coiled around her like a vice.
By the time she slid into the car, her strength gave out. She sank into the seat, her breath unsteady.
Kyla had never been one for empty threats- how far would she go this time?
No matter what, she had to keep Sadie out of this.
Sensing the tension radiating off her friend, Sadie spoke softly.
“I’ve arranged for a general practitioner from abroad to see your mother. If everything went smoothly, he should be with
your mother right now.”
Nanette’s head snapped up, her eyes widening.
“Sadie…”
Nanette barely got the name out before Sadie reached into her bag and pulled out a check.
“Two hundred thousand. Use it to clear your debts,” Sadie said, her tone firm yet gentle. “I’m giving you tomorrow off-
take the time to set things right at home.”
Nanette’s chest tightened. What had she done to deserve such generosity?
She quickly shook her head. “Sadie, I can’t take this.”
But Sadie wouldn’t hear it. She pressed the check into Nanette’s trembling hand.
“Take it,” she insisted. “And if it’s not enough, tell me.”
Nanette’s composure crumbled. Hot tears spilled down her cheeks as she clutched the check, her voice thick with emotion.
“Thank you, Sadie. I swear, I’ll pay you back–no matter what it takes.”
Sadie exhaled, long and deep, but said nothing more.
Nanette had wronged her. That much was undeniable. But she understood–Kyla had backed Nanette into a corner, using
her mother’s life as leverage.
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And in the end, Nanette had chosen the right side.
Without her last–minute defiance, Sadie might have been the one disgraced, falsely accused of plagiarism, her career in
ruins.
The car slowed to a stop in front of the hospital.
Sadie instructed the driver to take Nanette home first, then come back for her.
“Understood, madam,” the driver responded with a respectful nod.
As the car pulled away, Sadie turned toward the hospital entrance.
She moved with quiet determination, stopping only to ask a nurse for directions. The room wasn’t hard to find.
The door was slightly ajar.
She hesitated for a brief moment before gently pushing it open and stepping inside.
Alex lay in bed, his head wrapped in fresh bandages.
A doctor stood beside him, speaking in a calm, measured tone.
“The wound was properly bandaged, but keep it dry and avoid any strenuous activity. It’s best to stay overnight for
observation–just in case of a concussion. Rest is crucial, and if you feel any discomfort, press the call button immediately.”
Alex gave a small nod. “Thank you, doctor.”
The doctor returned the nod, then exited the room, shutting the door behind him.
Now, it was just the two of them.
Alex’s gaze shifted to Sadie, and surprise flickered in his eyes. He struggled to sit up, wincing at the effort. “Sadie? What
are you doing here? You don’t have to worry–I’m fine.”
“Ow…” He hissed, his breath hitching.
Sadie was at his side in an instant, pressing a gentle hand on his shoulder, helping him lie back down.
A pang of guilt settled in her chest. She lowered her voice, her tone tinged with both concern and frustration. “Next time, don’t be so reckless. When there’s danger, you have to think about protecting yourself first.”
Alex met her gaze, his eyes gentle yet unwavering.
He parted his lips as if to speak but hesitated, swallowing back whatever was on his mind. A long pause stretched between
them before he finally said, his voice barely above a whisper, “I won’t let anything happen to you.”
Something about the way he said it unsettled Sadie, a warmth laced with an unspoken promise. Not wanting to dwell on it,
she quickly redirected the conversation. “Where’s Stan?”
Alex’s expression darkened, his gaze drifting downward.
“I sent him back to the company. There were a few things that needed handling,” he said, his voice quieter now.
Sadie studied him, her concern deepening.
“You should stay overnight. The doctor was clear–no unnecessary movement. Someone should be here with you.”
Alex simply shrugged, dismissing the worry with a half–hearted smile.
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“I’m not a kid, Sadie. I can manage.” His attempt at reassurance was thin at best. “Worst case, I’ll hit the call button and have a nurse fuss over me. Sadie, don’t lose sleep over me. Just go home and rest.”
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