Between Ruin And Resolve My Ex-Husband's Regret novel Chapter 575

Chapter 575 Absolute Garbage

“Relax. Didn’t you notice how flawlessly Ms. Hudson and Mr. Noel complement each other?”

Tina halted, caught off guard for a beat.

The image of Sadie and Patrick together flashed back into her thoughts–her refined grace beside his composed presence.

They really did seem like they belonged together.

Jack observed the faraway look in her eyes and let out a soft laugh.

“Go catch some sleep. I’ve arranged for you to stay in another room downstairs.”

Tina gave a small nod, her mind already drifting elsewhere.

Meanwhile, in Noah’s presidential suite, Sadie took a slow tour of the elegant space.

Beside the main sleeping quarters, there was a more modest room tucked beside it.

She turned her gaze toward Noah.

“Averi and I will use the bigger bedroom tonight. I hope the smaller one’s okay for you,” she said, careful not to get too

close.

Noah blinked in mild disbelief. That wasn’t what he had anticipated at all.

Just then, the bigger bedroom door groaned open.

Averi emerged sleepily, rubbing his eyes, clearly roused by the noise.

He lingered by the entrance, groggy and confused, his gaze drifting toward the two grownups seated in the living room.

“Mr. Noel? Mom? Why are you both still up?” Averi murmured sleepily.

Unshod and swaying, he padded forward and clung to Noah’s leg, resting his cheek against the fabric of his trousers, barely

awake.

Then, he tilted his head upward, his half–lidded eyes blinking slowly.

“Mr. Noel… Mom… can we all sleep together tonight?”

Sadie stiffened, her expression unreadable. Sharing a bed with Noah? That was unthinkable. She opened her mouth to

protest.

But Averi let out a deep yawn. His lower lip trembled, and his words carried a fragile sadness.

“All my friends at school say their moms and dads sleep with them at night,” he whimpered.

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His soft, innocent voice tugged hard at Sadie’s heart, and a pang of guilt washed over her.

Averi had never known what it was like to have a father around. And she always caught up in obligations–had barely

given him the love and closeness he needed. Even the comfort of her presence during the night had become a rare privilege.

She knelt, pulling him close into her arms.

“Alright,” she whispered, “whatever makes you happy, sweetheart.”

Noah remained a few steps away, observing the moment in silence, quietly impressed by Averi’s impeccable sense of

timing.

This tiny ally of his had earned himself double dessert tomorrow- -no arguments.

Sadie carried her son to the bigger bedroom, with Noah trailing silently behind.

They each freshened up quickly. When they returned, Averi had already claimed the center of the mattress, fighting off

sleep.

Sadie settled on his left, while Noah naturally took the other side. The child lay nestled safely between them.

Exhausted after a long, draining day, Sadie succumbed to slumber in mere moments.

Noah turned to face them, an unfamiliar warmth blooming in his chest.

He reached over and gently pulled the covers up around them.

Only the quiet rhythm of breathing filled the space.

Eventually, he shut his eyes, surrendering to rest.

Meanwhile, Briley was having a hard time inside an interrogation room at the police station.

Her voice tore through the air, shrill and defiant. “I’m from the Wall family! You honestly think I’d stoop to petty theft?

This is absurd! The Higgins and Johnson families? Who do they think they are? Please–like I’d ever degrade myself by taking anything from them!”

Gone was the graceful persona adored by the media. In her place stood a furious whirlwind, shrieking with unbridled rage.

Officers walked past the glass with barely a glance in her direction, uninterested in her tirade.

Her frustration intensified. She struck the metal table with her hand, the jolt sending tingles up her arm.

“Is anyone paying attention? I want my agent! Get my agent! Get my attorney!” Her throat burned from the relentless

screaming.

At that exact moment, the interrogation room’s door swung open.

Leonard stepped inside, donning a calm, practiced grin.

“Briley, sorry you endured this mess,” he said with a soft tone. “You’re free to leave. I’ve covered your release.”

Before he could say more, Briley launched a sharp kick at his leg.

“Worthless! Where the hell have you been? What have you been doing?”

Leonard didn’t flinch, though pain shot up his calf. He maintained the grin and gave a respectful nod.

“Forgive me. There was a jam on the way, and I had to coordinate with someone about the media circus outside. Took

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longer than expected.”

Internally, he was scoffing Coordinate? More like fuel the drama.

But Briley wasn’t paying attention anymore. She brushed past him with a glare.

“Whatever. Let’s get the hell out of this dump.”

She marched ahead, eager to flee the suffocating station.

Leonard followed close behind, lowering his volume. “There’s a press crowd waiting. Be careful with your statements.”

Without pausing. Briley pulled out a compact mirror and freshened her lipstick mid–stride.

She didn’t spare him a glance. “Please. Don’t lecture me on how to face reporters.”

Leonard shut up immediately. If she thought she had everything under control, he’d let her take the fall. This was merely the opening act

Briley polished her perfect media smile–meticulously honed after endless practice–and pushed through the building’s front door.

Just as anticipated, a chaotic wall of reporters swarmed in, cameras and microphones pointed right at her.

Flashbulbs, flashing in rapid succession, lit up the night like fireworks.

Briley remained composed, offering a graceful nod.

“Thank you for your concern. I have done nothing wrong. There has clearly been a misunderstanding–someone is trying to frame me. I trust law enforcement will uncover the truth and clear my reputation.”

Her replies flowed smoothly, calculated and airtight. She was fully equipped for inquiries about the theft.

To her astonishment, the initial reporter who approached, holding out a recorder, posed a question she hadn’t anticipated in the slightest.

“Miss Wall, there are allegations claiming you avoided every risky scene by relying solely on body doubles. Some even accuse you of attacking members of the production team. Are they true?”

Briley’s grin faltered. She blinked, unsure if she’d heard correctly. What on earth did that have to do with the investigation?

The media wasted no time pressing in.

“Can you confirm or deny the accusations, Miss Wall?”

“It’s said you behaved like royalty–arriving whenever you pleased and vanishing just as quickly.”

“Did you physically harm anyone during the shoot? What’s your response?”

A hot wave of fury shot through Briley, cheeks burning bright red.

“Absolute garbage! None of it is true–it’s pure character assassination!”

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