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And he definitely did not like it. "Sir, do you know my mother?" Did he know his mother? Ronan thought wistfully, but nodded, "Yes, I know her." Noah brightened up, "I was sure you would. Mummy is an actress and usually appears on tv, magazines, newspaper. I'm sure you've seen her in one of these. She's really famous, so when we came back all the crowds were calling out to her and pressing us. It was… suff-o-ca-ting." the little boy said suffocating like it was a new word he was learning. But all Ronan could think about was the fact that the crowds had been overwhelming for the boy and even Isabella.

he said without turning around, his tone flat, “I’m really happy today. I made cookies with Auntie Emily. Mommy’s not fun like Auntie Emily.” The words were simple. Maybe to him, they were just honest. Innocent, from the mouth of a child. But to a mother… they were a spear straight to the chest. I took a silent sip of water, trying to drown the emotions that surged inside me. My hand trembled slightly, but I kept my face neutral. I didn’t respond. What was the point? Any answer would only open more wounds. “Mommy’s always busy. Writing or sleeping. Auntie Emily’s funny. And she can bake too,” Noah continued cheerfully.

"I've contacted the media at the Godoy Group to cover up this news but I do not have much contact." Noah perfectly understood that.With the nature of Tristan's extended family,one had to be careful in his moment of vulnerability. "What about his mom and Grandma?" "I can not tell Lady Jane.It might kill her and his mom hasn't been of good health lately." Noah nodded."I'll contact more media companies that I know.When you got the call at the house that he had been in an accident,did they tell you what happened?"

As if she wished I wasn’t her daughter. “I can’t believe you,” she whispered, shaking her head. “I have failed as a mother. What will Noah think seeing his elder sister, that he looks up to, make out with someone that old?” I stayed my ground, my throat burning and eyes stinging with tears. “Noah likes him and so do I.” “He’s my ex-boy—” I interrupted her. “You were fifteen when you dated him, mom. He’s forty-four now. He moved on and so did you. Stop getting stuck in the past.”

After all, they were fated mates. “Noah.” “Hmm…” “What happened to your mother? Penelope, I mean.” Noah hummed again as he gathered the story together. Valarie filled him in yesterday with the story of how his mother came to Moonglade for help. Valarie paused amid every sentence to wipe her tears and apologize to Noah. Though Noah never hated or resented her or Bernard, for hiding the truth. If anything, he was grateful.

“Noah Dawson.” Their shaking hands came to a halt. My mother looks astounded, it seems like her whole body is frozen as her eyes are lifted to Noah. She knows about the Dawsons. So my mother really did have a past with them… She dropped Noah’s hand. “What are you doing here?” Her voice sounded cold, though I have heard my mother’s voice when she’s mad before I never heard this tone from her. It doesn’t show any emotions. “I’m here for your daughter Crystal and enlighten her about-”

Kristen’s [POV] I raised my eyebrows. “And why is that?” “He told me I didn’t have a mother,” Noah said. “He said I was weird for not having a mother.” I frowned. “Dan doesn’t know what he’s talking about,” I said immediately. “You’re not weird at all.” “I told him so,” Noah said. “I told him that my mommy was coming back. And you did.” I raised my eyebrows. “Uh… Noah, sweetheart… You know that I’m not your mommy, right?”

“I’m sorry I’m doing this to you. But I can’t— I can’t keep him safe if they know. Promise me, Ari. Promise me you won’t say his name.” The recording ended. Silence hit the room like a dropped plate. The mediator looked up slowly. “Who is the speaker?” he asked, voice hard. Celeste finally smiled—small, controlled, satisfied. “That,” she said softly, “is Noah’s mother.” My vision narrowed. Noah’s mother. The woman I’d never met. The woman who had sent Noah to my door with a name and a hope. The woman whose absence was a wound Noah carried quietly. Celeste had just turned that wound into evidence.

she said, walking ahead of him. Noah’s mother lived in a two-story log cabin-style house inside an exclusive subdivision. According to him, Ara's family owned large estates in that part of Tagaytay. “Are you sure your mom isn’t home?” Ingrid asked as they got out of the car. Noah wrapped an arm around her waist and guided her to the front door. “She told me yesterday she’d be away the whole weekend. She’s with my aunt, visiting friends in Laguna. She lives alone, and I think a helper comes here three times a week.”

I told her. Ava's eyes widen. "Wow! Really? OMG! I can't believe that I will meet her in person!" I look at Noah and he also looks shocked. "You didn't tell me that!" Noah sounded a bit hurt. "I just got a call from mom during your shoot. I was about to tell you about it. Wait, are you also a fan of my mom?" "Of course! Your mom is a legend!" Noah said in a bit exaggerating expression. I just shook my head.