ANMELDEN"Noa, don't hold it against Li," Mya said. “He has never met you and is only six years old. He doesn't understand. Grandma is correct; you may progressively mend your relationship.”
Perhaps her heart was simply too shattered to feel anything more. In fact, Noa grinned serenely. "Eli is correct. He was never reared by me. To expect him to refer to me as mom is unfair.” Heidi relaxed when she saw heard Noa’s response. "I'm happy you comprehend. How about you stay tonight? To strengthen the mother-son bond, you may bath Li and spend the night with him.” "That's not necessary." Noa’s mouth tightened. "I came here for two reasons, Grandma. One is to make sure you're alright. For the other one,” Her voice broke a little. "I must know the location of Elodie’s grave. I'd like to see my daughter.” Heidi sighed deeply and let her shoulders drop. "What a horrible finish for that poor child. There was an infectious disease outbreak at the time of her death last year. The hospital took her straight to cremation and refused to let us see her. Even gathering her ashes was forbidden. We were only able to erect a memorial stone in the cemetery.” Cremated right away? Noa gave Mya a skeptical glance. Had Elodie truly passed away from illness? After learning this, she was almost certain that there was more to Elodie’s death than she had previously suspected. It makes sense why Czar was about to lose it when she brought up Elodie today. Even untamed creatures defend their young. How could a father treat his own child so cruelly? With her hands clenched so firmly that they hurt, Noa stormed out of the estate. However, she was unable to let go just yet. She would make sure to reveal every falsehood and make amends for the four-year-old setup, Grandma's pilfered belongings, and her daughter's passing. She was not going to let that jerk and his mistress get away with it. ~~ She and Gia carried flowers to Elodie’s hilltop tomb that afternoon. Heidi told Noa where Elodie was buried. Noa sobbed when she saw her daughter's happy photo on the tombstone. "El, I'm so sorry," she whispered as she gently caressed Elodie’s photo. “You're gone because I was jot around to protect you. I'll discover the truth, I promise." Gia gave her a gentle pat on the back. "I'll work with Damon on it. Perhaps we'll be able to get some information.” Noa gave a sniff. "Your brother?” “Yes. The one who used to always follow you. He is now a police officer. We should all catch up when he returns from his mission..” Noa was older than Damon Monroe. He had just finished his college entrance exams when she was sent to prison. He became a police officer in what seemed like a flash, and she... She felt as though these four years had been taken from her. She nibbled on her lip. For all of this suffering, Mya owed her. While everyone had been stepping on her since the beginning, the true villain was having a great time. She used to be so in need of love from her family, believing that if she gave in to her parents and siblings, they would notice her and perhaps even show her some affection. However, she was completely wrong. The Streep family had not paid her a single visit while she was incarcerated throughout those four years. She didn't need her family to survive. She could put love out of her mind. She may even act as though she had never given birth to a son. However, she would reclaim the life they had taken from her! .. Heidi had failed to convince Noa to stay, and as dinnertime drew near, she became increasingly irritated by Mya’s continued lazing. She had tolerated Mya hanging around Eli for the past years because she was concerned that Czar, being unmarried and overburdened with work, wouldn't properly care of the children. She ignored it as a result. But Mya had to leave now that Noa was back. Heidi didn't agree with everyone's assertion that Noa intentionally caused the vehicle accident four years ago while intoxicated. She was close to Noa’s grandmother, Rosalind, and had seen Noa grow up. She was aware of Noa’s personality. However, Heidi had become ill and traveled overseas for treatment when Noa was arrested. After gesturing for the maids to bring Eli upstairs for his bath, Heidi approached Mya. “It's late, Miss Streep. You ought to go home now.” Mya was taken aback. "Go? I always assist with putting Eli to bed. He likes—“ "Miss Streep, you are not a member of the Holland family, despite the fact that you and Czar were childhood friends. I'm not your grandmother. Also, Eli is not your son. You should stay away now that Noa is back." Mya froze. Heidi continued. "You and Czar are frequently the subject of rumors that claim Eli is your child. Your reputation will suffer as a result. After all, you're still unmarried and young. How are you going to get married if those rumors are true?” Mya’s mouth quirked. Heidi had taken advantage of her to take care of Eli when Noa was not around, and now she was being discarded as Noa was back. However, Mya couldn't disagree with Heidi because she was still Czar’s closest friend. She forced a smile and got to her feet. "Grandma, I understand. I was concerned about Eli. But since you've decided, I'll leave." She then departed. Mya laughed icily in her car. Without her, Eli would not be able to function. ***** Noa saw a letter from her grandmother, Rosalind, while cleaning the old house after returning from the cemetery. It read: [my dear Noa, I'm worried that I won't be here when you're released because my health is deteriorating. I wanted to send this letter to you, but I decided to keep it here so you won’t worry about me. When you get and read this, please try not to cry. I was able to save this $400,000 and it’s in your name. It might assist you in starting over and carry on the fashion business. I've placed it in a safety deposit box. 8001 is the code." Noa’s eyes began to flood up with tears once more. Her grandma always regarded her as a treasure, while the Streep family viewed her as a cursed child. When she won a second-grade citywide painting competition, her grandmother proudly displayed the certificate in each neighborhood, introducing everyone to her. “Just keep going. I will always be proud of you.” Rosalind would say. Her grandmother had left her such huge amount, despite the fact that she led such a modest life. What had she done to deserve such love from her? She couldn't even give her grandmother a fitting farewell because she wasn't present when she died. Noa thought she was the worst granddaughter ever. She continue cleaning. She would go to the bank the next day. .. Noa hurried over as soon as the bank opened at eight the following morning. However, the bank manager gave her a strange look when she inquired about the safety deposit box. "I'm sorry, Ms. Streep, but the safety deposit box was accessed four years ago." Accessed? Noa was stunned.Noa responded in a quiet but firm voice, "I'll go with you.” "No way!" "Gia, if I'm leaving, I should at least say goodbye to Heidi," Noa said as Damon and Gia objected together, their voices sharp with concern. "It's only polite." To be honest, she was afraid that Gia would confront Czar. She had a fiery temper and would stop at nothing to protect her dignity. "You can just call her," Gia angrily said, her tone adamant. Noa couldn't risk Gia’s career—or her life—going up in flames over this. Noa said with beseeching eyes, "G, I promise I'll come back with you. I won't linger, I swear." Her voice softened to a playful lilt as she stood and gently tugged at Gia’s sleeve. "Please? Pretty please?" Gia said, "Let go," and swatted her hand away. "Don't attempt to be sweet with me. I'm not affected." "G..." Noa whimpered softly, her eyes wide and beseeching. Gia’s willpower wavered as she was unable to resist Noa’s puppy-dog expression. Her severe countenance softened as
At the hospital, Noa had a series of tests. Fortunately, the majority of her injuries were minor, with the exception of those on her back and knees. Nothing seemed to be life-threatening. "She should be monitored. Internal bleeding could result from her back injury,” The doctor said, "We'll need to check again tomorrow.” Joel lightly touched her knee. "Does it hurt?" Noa gave a nod. "Yes. My knee feels like it's completely broken." “You've been undernourished for a long time. Your bones are brittle. It's amazing your meniscus didn't rupture after taking a blow like that. You must relax for at least six weeks. Try not to go for a walk at this time.” Joel remarked, "And your hand?," after recalling something. “You haven't injured it once more, have you?” Noa gave a headshake. "No." "Noa, I advised you to rest and heal, but the more you "relax," the more injuries you sustain. I'm not even sure whether I can operate on your hand at this point." He sighed sharply, annoyed. "Can y
"Get in the car." Despite hearing the voice, Noa chose to dismiss it. Her bruised body moved with excruciating slowness as she dragged herself from the ground and hobbled onward. She shambled like a zombie and appeared to be from a horror film. Perhaps even worse. Her lips twisted into a sour smile. How stupid of her to think that she could force Lain to reveal the truth by swallowing her pride and complying with his request. But she could see it well now. He would never look into it again because he was so sure she was guilty. He wouldn't have put her through this humiliation if he had even the slightest hope that she wasn't guilty. "Noa! Get in the car!" Lain’s voice tormented her like a phantom, preventing her from sleeping. "Noa!" She lost her patience. She turned around and glared at him, her eyes blazing with rage. "Are you now pleased, Mr. Lors? Why don't you just lock me up and torture me till you're satisfied if this isn't enough?” A twinge of sorrow tugged in La
"Could you please move?" Noa’s face was as pale as a ghost and her forehead shone with cold sweat, yet her eyes and voice burned with unwavering determination. She became the focus of attention once more as everyone in the room turned to stare at her. "Who told you to look up?" Wynne kicked the back of Noa’s knee, her eyes blazing. "Stay in your place!" Noa stumbled but managed to catch herself so she wouldn't fall. She glanced at Wynne, then looked at Lain. "Mr. Lors, isn't this enough?" The stuffy atmosphere had made her feel a twinge of remorse when she had first arrived. She had momentarily lost sight of her innocence due to the weight of the allegations made by the throng. However, that guilt started to lessen as soon as Mya began her brief performance. Why should she feel bad about something she didn't do if the true offender could act like the victim while remaining composed and blatant? There were only two real victims in this whole fiasco. Mona was one. She was the o
Noa felt a shiver go down her back. She bowed her head down and leaned over out of reflex. Her head swirled, her breath came in shallow gasps, and an overwhelming sense of humiliation froze her in place. She had no idea why fear and shame held her so fast. She wanted to hide, to vanish, but there was nowhere to go. She was the focus of attention. Every pair of eyes focused on her, and their murmurs surrounded her with poisonous rumors. "Look, there's the one who killed Ms. Seyfried!" "She doesn't actually think showing up here will earn her forgiveness, does she?" "Thick-skinned people. I would never have the courage to reveal my face if it were me. Did you not hear? She attempted to pay someone to murder Ms. Streep just a few days ago.” "Why would she do that?" "Obviously, jealousy. Ms. Streep has a successful career, a lovely family, and attractive appearance. In addition, she is close to Mr. Holland, with whom she grew up. Someone with her level of degradation cann
Frustrated, Noa wrenched her hand away from Czar’s hold. This man didn't appear to hear a word she said, so it was like speaking to a brick wall. She'd had enough. "Czar, are you playing dumb, or are you trying to pull some kind of mind game on me?" He said, "I'm explaining myself," in a hurried voice. "Give me a break!" She snapped to herself, barely containing her words. "You're thirty-three years old, Czar. Could you perhaps quit being so naive? You constantly support Mya because you adore her. Do you really still deny it?” Czar silently gazed at her before placing a box of macarons on the table. "Go to bed. Go apologize to Mya tomorrow. I'll try to persuade your parents to dismiss the accusations by speaking with them.” A wave of fatigue swept over her as she gazed at him. They seemed to be speaking entirely out of sync and in separate languages. What was going through his mind was beyond her comprehension. Thinking about that only made the pounding in her head worse. S







