No longer a pushover (Noelle and Cedric) novel Chapter 447

Noelle almost laughed when she heard Blake's words. She thought the Liddell brothers really were all the same. Even their half-assed apologies came from the same mold.

She replied calmly, "How I explain things to Mom and Dad when I visit their graves has nothing to do with you."

She had often wondered—back in her past life, when she died such a miserable death, and Xenia took her place as the Liddells' precious daughter, were their parents rolling in their graves from sheer rage?

Maybe it was their spirits watching over her, giving her a second chance at life.

Blake's tone turned frustrated. "Noelle, I've already explained everything. It was just a misunderstanding! I even punished Xenia for you—you saw how badly beaten she was today. What else do you want?!"

Noelle recalled how Xenia had shown up in long sleeves and pants—rare for her, considering she usually loved flaunting her legs in dresses. It finally dawned on her that Xenia was covering up her injuries.

Her voice was laced with mockery as she said, "And you think that makes us even? After everything I've suffered over the years? Xenia got off easy."

"Then tell me how you want revenge. I'll do it for you."

"That depends on how sincere you are about making peace."

Noelle hung up after that. She was curious just how far Blake was willing to go for a so-called reconciliation.

Now that Xenia had discovered the hack on her phone, it would be impossible to break in again. She would definitely switch to another phone for any secret dealings, meaning the evidence Noelle had been hoping to find was out of reach.

If only she had managed to save Xenia's conversation with Sean. But even that would not have been enough—since Sean had been using a burner number, Xenia could easily deny everything.

No, the only way was to corner Xenia, to leave her with no way out. Right now, Xenia's biggest fear was being kicked out of the Liddell family. Losing her status, her privileges—her entire cushy life.

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Meanwhile, after hanging up, Blake stared at his reflection in the mirror, filled with regret. He cursed at himself for being so easily manipulated by Xenia.

Why had he been stupid enough to lay a hand on Noelle? If he had held back that day, none of this would have happened, and he would not be stuck with a ruined face.

His expression darkened as he picked up his phone and dialed Xenia. "Frank needs you to bring him some medicinal congee."