Chapter 6

Noelle hailed a cab back to the Liddell residence. As she entered the grand foyer, she could hear Xenia's voice. The Liddells sounded like they were having a great time. However, the lively atmosphere froze when she appeared, and tension settled as if Noelle was an unwelcome guest. Noelle kept a straight face, intending to head straight to her room.

Just then, Blake shouted, "Noelle, stop right there! Is that how you're supposed to behave? Aren't you even going to greet us?"

His tone grew harsher as he continued, "Don't think just because some school doctor is backing you up, you can run around threatening to call the cops and think you're untouchable! Without the Liddell family, you're nothing!" Blake stood up, his anger escalating. "Do you think we favor Xenia? Look at all the horrible things you've done to her! Her father saved your life, and we're just helping you repay that debt!"

Noelle felt emotionally drained. She paused and turned toward the living room, saying flatly, "Frank, Blake, I'm home."

She hoped this would suffice.

"Dinner's ready," Frank announced.

"You all go ahead. I'm not hungry," Noelle replied before heading upstairs.

"Frank, look at her attitude! She's completely out of control!" Blake exclaimed.

Xenia sweetly chimed in, saying, "Blake, please don't be angry at her. It's all my fault. Maybe if I left the Liddell family, Noelle wouldn't be so resentful."

"Don't be silly. If anyone's leaving, it's Noelle. Why should you go?" Blake retorted.

Noelle heard the conversation as she climbed the stairs. She quickened her pace to her room, immediately locking the door behind her. She leaned against it, taking several moments to compose herself as her eyes welled up with tears. She looked up at the ceiling, forcing the tears back. This time, she promised herself she would not waste any more energy on this superficial family bond.

The next day, Noelle went to school as usual and shared a car with Xenia. The latter asked, "Noelle, are you still angry?"

"Xenia, don't you always tire of putting on an act?" Noelle closed her eyes and leaned back, ignoring her further.

driver present, she quickly adopted her usual pitiful look and flashed him a sweet smile. The driver instantly concluded that Noelle was being mean to Xenia and made a mental note to report it to Frank later. At school, Noelle focused intently on her classes and note-taking, trying to catch up on everything

she had more important things to focus on and no time to waste on petty

...

evening, when she returned home, she found Lucas sitting on the couch with a

back!

sweet antics. Meanwhile, Noelle merely glanced

I

went Lucas again. To avoid wasting time,

the team. Frank and Blake have already agreed.

this exact scenario had played out in her previous life. Back then, she had eagerly agreed to please Lucas and gain her brothers' attention, training relentlessly until it affected her college entrance exams. And what had

let's give Xenia a chance to experience

team captain. When I say we're

been humiliatingly replaced by Xenia. Without her intense dedication, the team would never have made it to the finals,

on a silver platter. What had all her effort meant? This time, she absolutely refused to repeat

to focus on my

Lucas' suggestion, or more accurately, his command. His words were not a request for her input; they simply told her what

that right? You're

had not even considered the possibility of her declining.

eye contact as she watched his expression darken with embarrassment. Yet, none of this

had better think carefully before answering," Lucas snapped. "Don't be stubborn. Otherwise, you'll cry and

as an apology. It was the very trophy he had won in his first year as a pro player, which was immensely meaningful to him. Xenia gently tugged at Lucas' sleeve and said, "Don't be mad. Joining your team is my

disrespected by Noelle's refusal. He glared at Noelle and warned, "Noelle, this is a one-time offer. Think

Lucas was all

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