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

Chapter 806:

Sadie watched her son’s disappointed expression, her heart aching.

She gathered him into her arms, her voice low and comforting.

“How about a bedtime story tonight, then we’ll both turn in early?”

Averi hesitated, still a little downcast.

He missed Patrick dearly, but his love for his mother came first.

He sniffled, then nestled his head into Sadie’s neck and gave a tiny nod.

“All right.”

Once he was asleep, Sadie slipped quietly out of the room.

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.”noveldrama

“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.

gⲁ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀.𝗰𝗈𝗺 – 𝗟𝗲𝗚𝗜𝗧 𝗘𝗗𝗜𝗧

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, she shut her eyes. Her thoughts swirled restlessly.

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

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