No longer a pushover

Chapter 201

Frank never expected Noelle to go this far. He looked up and said with difficulty, "Noelle, isn't there any way to change your mind?"

Xenia couldn't help but feel a flicker of joy at the situation. This was good news for her. She quickly put on a sad look and said, "Noelle, we're family-blood is thicker than water. Can't we..."

"Shut up!" Frank cut her off sharply. Her tear-streaked face, which he once found pitiful, now only irritated him. Perhaps bringing Xenia into their home had been a mistake from the start.

Noelle calmly said, "Frank, this is the last time I'll acknowledge you as my brother. Sign it."

She pushed the pen into his hand. "The Liddell family has been nothing but a nightmare for me. I can't stay another moment," she said firmly.

Frank covered his face with one hand. After a long pause, he finally signed the papers.

Noelle quickly took the documents, worried that something might go wrong. Once she had what she wanted, she let out a sigh of relief.

She grabbed the pen, threw it in the trash, and said, "I've used this pen long enough. Time for a new one."

She didn't want anything she had given to remain in the Liddell family's hands. Noelle left the study without looking back. She walked straight out of the Liddell residence, the place she had lived in for so many years.

out, stumbling after her while holding out a bank card. "Living alone out there won't be easy. Yasnia's cost of

it," Noelle replied coldly. Her gaze fell on the electronic lock on

picked up a brick from the

it.

confused by

"This villa was left by my parents. It's disgusting to use

at the broken lock with confusion. Just then, Gordon and

"The house password has always been Noelle's birthday. Who gave you the right to change it?" he asked

Donovan's idea. He told me to make sure Ms.

Frank said bitterly. "Why don't we just hand the entire house over to you? How dare you make such a big decision on your

had thought Noelle was just being dramatic, but

Quigley was also part of the family and used her birthday. I didn't mean

Gordon. He didn't mean it. I'm just the adopted daughter-I

on her face. His anger softened a little. "Xenia, that's not what meant. This villa was left by my parents, and Noelle's birthday has always been

an adopted daughter, I don't have the

dropping to his knees. "Mr. Frank, I was wrong. I'll never