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

Chapter 964:

“Where’s the nurse who’s been looking after me?” she asked, her voice calm but edged with suspicion.

Fumbling with the supplies on the cart, the woman stiffened, taking an extra second before mumbling her reply.

“Um, Hana had an emergency and had to leave. I’m just filling in for her,” she said, her voice strained and unnatural, still refusing to meet Sadie’s eyes.

As soon as the excuse left her lips, she quickly drew up a syringe and made her way toward the bed.

Sadie’s expression hardened. Hana? That was a lie. Her regular nurse was Lesly, a cheerful, bubbly girl, not someone named Hana. The woman standing in front of her was not a nurse.

Careful not to draw attention, Sadie quietly slid her hand beneath her pillow. Tina had insisted she keep a stun baton hidden there, just in case, and thankfully, she had listened.

The fake nurse, syringe in hand, was trembling more visibly with each step she took.

Before she could get any closer, the door suddenly burst open with a deafening bang.

“Surprise!” Nathan shouted, practically spilling into the room, his arms full of brightly wrapped gifts and a grin plastered across his face. The loud entrance jolted the fake nurse so hard that the syringe nearly slipped from her fingers, her entire body trembling uncontrollably. A flash of panic crossed her face before she abruptly turned, shoved the cart aside, and bolted for the door.

Nathan blinked, completely thrown off, and scratched the back of his head. What was happening here?

“Uh, Sadie? What just happened? Why’d the nurse freak out like that?”

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Still tense, Sadie didn’t waste a second. Her eyes darted toward the door, her voice sharp and urgent.

“Don’t just stand there. Go after her! She’s not a nurse!”

Despite usually being carefree, Nathan immediately caught the seriousness in her tone.

“I’m on it!” he said, dropping the stack of gift boxes without hesitation and sprinting out of the room.

The woman hadn’t made it far down the hallway. With his longer strides, Nathan closed the distance effortlessly, grabbing her by the arm and pulling her back with one swift motion.

In the same breath, he ripped the mask off her face. For a moment, Nathan stood frozen in shock. He knew her. It was Ivy Sinclair, one of Ophelia’s personal maids.

Ivy’s knees buckled, and she nearly crumpled to the floor. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she stumbled over her words, her voice trembling with terror.

“Mr. Higgins, please… please. I didn’t want any part of this! It wasn’t my idea! Miss Johnson forced me! I swear, I would never hurt Ms. Hudson on my own!” Ivy cried, her whole body shaking as her expression twisted in panic.

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