Kapitel 35: His Marriage's Day

Noah peeked through the gap in the door, his gaze falling upon Sarah who had been lying expressionless on the bed for the past two days. A heavy sigh escaped his lips as he didn't know what more he should do.

After a moment of silence, Matthew, standing beside him, sought confirmation. "Are you sure, sir?"

"Yes, I will proceed with the wedding as they wish," Noah replied.

"But you're aware that, legally speaking, your wedding with Miss Grace is not valid," Matthew emphasised, reminding Noah of the situation.

"I'm well aware of that. It's what she desires, after all," Noah smirked. "If the wedding is what she wants most, let them have it. They'll be the ones to face the consequences afterward," he stated.

Adjusting his white tuxedo, Noah cast one final glance at Sarah's motionless figure before closing the door firmly. "Let's go," he said, turning to Matthew as they made their way to the wedding venue.

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The grand wedding ceremony had just concluded, leaving the venue alive with the echoes of joy and celebration. As the guests continued to revel in the festivities, Noah stood on the periphery, his eyes scanning the room anxiously. His white tuxedo was slightly dishevelled, evidence of his restlessness.

Grace, adorned in her beautiful bridal gown, approached Noah, concern etched on her face. "Noah, where are you going?" she asked, her voice laced with worry as Noah rushed to leave.

"It's not your business," Noah hastily replied, brushing past Grace and making his way out of the venue. He hurriedly made his way to his car, where Matthew was already waiting, his face filled with equal measures of apprehension and panic.

"What happened?" Noah asked, his voice filled with urgency as he climbed into the car.

Matthew licked his chapped lips nervously, trying to gather his thoughts. "Aunt Liz called multiple times before I finally noticed and answered," he stammered, his voice shaking. "Mrs. Sarah... she cut herself."

"Cut?!" Noah's shock was palpable, his eyes locking with Matthew's in disbelief. "Where?" he demanded, his voice quivering with a mixture of concern and fear.

Matthew took a deep breath, his voice trembling as he struggled to find the words. "Her... her wrist," he finally managed to say, his own disbelief evident in his tone.

Noah's heart sank, a surge of guilt overwhelming him. He never imagined that things would escalate to this extent, that Sarah would resort to such self-destructive measures. He felt a heavy weight settle on his shoulders as he grappled with the realisation of the pain Sarah had endured.

Without wasting another moment, Noah rushed started the car, his hands trembling as he gripped the steering wheel. The engine roared to life as he and Matthew sped through the streets, their desperation pushing them to reach Sarah as quickly as possible.

As they arrived at the hospital, Noah's heart raced with anticipation and anxiety. He dashed inside, his footsteps echoing through the quiet room. He found Aunt Liz seated in a chair beside the table, and Sarah, her pale form lying on the bed, her wrist wrapped in bandages. The sight tore at his heart, and guilt intensified with every passing second.

Aunt Liz immediately stood up, giving Noah space and time alone with Sarah. Sitting on the chair beside her, Noah gently took her uninjured hand in his, his voice filled with a mixture of remorse and concern. "I'm so sorry," he whispered, his words laden with genuine regret. "I never wanted any of this to happen. Please know that I..." His voice trailed off as sadness overwhelmed his throat.

Sarah's body lay motionless as time ticked away. Despite the doctor's reassurance that her life was no longer in danger, Noah couldn't help but feel consumed by worry. He sat by her side, his eyes fixed on her face, searching for any sign of movement or response. The room seemed suffocatingly silent, amplifying his anxious thoughts and deep concern for Sarah's well-being.

"Sir," Matthew called out with concern. Noah had been sitting there since the afternoon, and now it was almost midnight. He hadn't eaten a meal throughout the entire ordeal. "It would be better for you to fill your stomach first, sir," Matthew advised, worried about Noah's well-being amidst his relentless vigil by Sarah's side.

Noah remained silent for a few seconds, contemplating Matthew's words. Finally, he nodded in agreement. "Is Aunt Liz still waiting outside?" he asked, seeking confirmation.

"Yes, she arrived around eight and has been waiting patiently," Matthew replied, confirming Aunt Liz's presence.

Noah stepped out of the room and found Aunt Liz waiting outside. He approached her with a hopeful look in his eyes. "Auntie, I need to step out for a while, just for a short time. Please keep an eye on Sarah and let me know if she wakes up," he requested, his voice filled with a mix of concern and urgency.

Aunt Liz nodded, her expression reflecting her understanding. She appeared visibly shaken and pale. "I'm deeply sorry for what has happened, Sir. I didn't know about this and couldn't prevent it," she confessed, her guilt evident in her voice.

"It's not your fault, Auntie," Noah reassured her, gently placing a hand on her shoulder. He offered a comforting squeeze, trying to alleviate her guilt. "None of us could have predicted this. We'll get through this together."

After ensuring that Noah and Matthew had left, Aunt Liz closed the door tightly, ensuring privacy. She approached Sarah's bedside and leaned in, whispering urgently, "Miss...Sir has left. You need to hurry. I've already contacted your friend, and she's waiting for you at the emergency parking lot."

Sarah's slowly opening her eyes. Despite her weakened state, a flicker of determination ignited within her. She nodded faintly, understanding the urgency of the situation. "Thank you, Aunt Liz," she whispered, her voice weak but filled with gratitude.

Aunt Liz nodded in response, her eyes filled with worry and determination. "Be careful, Miss. Take care of yourself," she advised, her voice filled with genuine concern.

"I will make sure to repay your kindness one day," Sarah expressed, her voice filled with gratitude as she slowly rose from the bed, supported by Aunt Liz. Concern for Aunt Liz's safety lingered in her mind, and she once again offered for Aunt Liz to accompany her, fearing the potential consequences she might face for helping her escape.

"Don't worry, Miss. Just hurry, I know what needs to be done," Aunt Liz reassured her, her voice steady and resolute. She gently held onto Sarah, ensuring her stability as they prepared to leave. Checking the surroundings cautiously, Aunt Liz opened the door to the room and led Sarah out, guiding her towards the predetermined meeting point with Weyna.

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