Between Ruin And Resolve My Ex-Husband's Regret novel Chapter 522

Chapter 522 I’ll Meet Him

Nicholas exhaled deeply and spoke in a hushed tone. “Ever since you stepped out this afternoon, Ms. Burgess has been in

low spirits. She’s remained locked in her room and skipped dinner. I knocked repeatedly, but there was no answer. I’m

genuinely worried something might be wrong.”

Noah’s brows twitched with irritation, but he gave a curt nod.

Hailey had once saved his life—he couldn’t ignore her now.

“I’ll go see how she’s doing.”

He ascended the stairs and paused before Hailey’s door, rapping on it softly.

He parted his lips to speak, but for some reason, Sadie’s defiant gaze flickered in his mind.

That odd stirring in his chest returned, but he brushed it away.

“Hailey,” he finally said.

Inside the room, Hailey curled beneath her blanket, motionless.

The distant sound of Noah’s voice struck her like a stone.

She picked up on the faint irritation in his tone, and dread began to rise.

She clenched her teeth, her voice strained and muffled beneath the blanket.

“I’m okay. Noah, if divorcing me and marrying her is truly what you want, I won’t fight it. I’ll just accept that I saved the

wrong person.”

Her words brimmed with hurt, every sentence a stab of guilt meant to remind Noah how much she had sacrificed.

Outside, Noah’s expression tightened.

He took a slow breath and answered, tone composed, “The alliance between Burgess Group and Wall Group is strictly

professional. Don’t let it trouble you.”

His words were meant to ease the tension, but to Hailey, they cut deeper.

Strictly professional?

That was all Sadie and the Wall Group meant to him now?

Anger surged inside her.

She sat upright and kicked off the blanket but didn’t say a word, letting only a few quiet sobs escape.

She hoped he’d come in, like he always did. That he’d embrace her and try to soothe her pain.

But after a pause… nothing. The door remained shut.

And soon, his footsteps began to retreat.

He was leaving?

She stared at the door, stunned.

That wasn’t like him.

Even in her worst moods, he always stayed.

But now… he walked away?

Her pulse quickened with confusion and fury. Tears welled in her eyes as she ran to the door and flung it open.

Noah was still there–his back turned, broad shoulders set, demeanor cold.

He glanced over his shoulder when he heard her, his expression hidden behind the mask, but the apathy in his gaze was unmistakable.

Hailey’s throat tightened. She blinked hard, voice trembling as emotion overwhelmed her.

She sniffed, her voice choked with sobs as she questioned him. “Noah! Have you really forgotten who Sadie is? Have you forgotten how she seized control of Wall Group? How she impersonated your wife? She’s nothing but an unscrupulous bitch!”

Noah’s frown deepened.

“Don’t talk nonsense, Hailey,” he replied, voice edged with disapproval. “I can decide for myself who’s sincere and who’s playing games. Right now, what you need is rest. Nicholas has prepared something light for you. Eat it.”

Without waiting for a reply, he turned and strode away.

Hailey remained rooted to the spot, her thoughts spinning.

He told her to stop talking nonsense?

She felt a chill run down her spine, as if she had fallen into an icy pit.

Her Noah had changed.

The man before her was no longer the one who used to bend over backward for her. He was slipping away.

And worse… he was defending Sadie.

Fear settled in Hailey’s gut.

If Noah’s memories came back—if everything from his past resurfaced—what would she do then?

Everything she had worked so hard to build would crumble like ash in the wind.

No, she wouldn’t allow that.

Night had already cloaked the world outside.

She went directly to the study.

Pressing her temples, she picked up her phone and dialed a familiar number.

The connection was swift.

“Ms. Hudson,” came the reply.

“Samuel, I need you to begin prepping for the bidding of the land in the east.”

Her tone was tired but firm.

“Noted, Ms. Hudson,” Samuel responded. “Actually, there’s something else I was about to tell you.”

“Oh? Go ahead.”

“It’s about the physicians in Zupren,” Samuel said, his voice turning grave. “The private investigator I hired uncovered something. In addition to Hailey, there was another top–tier neurologist at Rosewood Hospital back then–Evan Gill Apparently, he’s in the country on business.”

Sadie’s hand clenched the phone a little tighter.

“The detective traced his schedule. He’s flying back to Zupren tomorrow evening. Before that, he’s having dinner at Dinner

Bell with a friend.”

Sadie’s brows drew together.

It felt invasive to disrupt someone’s private meal—but she couldn’t afford to pass up this chance.

Who knew when she’d get another lead on Evan?

She paused, weighing her options, then gave a resolute nod to herself..

“Got it. Make the necessary arrangements, Samuel. I’ll meet him at Dinner Bell tomorrow.”

“Understood, Ms. Hudson.”

Sadie ended the call, and the room fell silent again.

Leaning back in her chair, Sadie shut her eyes. Her thoughts swirled restlessly.

Without thinking, her hand moved to her abdomen, cradling it lightly.

A discomfort settled in her stomach again–waves of queasiness and little to no appetite had become common. She didn’t know the cause.

Maybe it was simply fatigue. Or stress. Or both.

A soft sigh escaped her lips as she sat there, utterly drained.