No longer a pushover

Chapter 555

Noelle glanced at Wyatt and effortlessly pried his fingers away.

Wyatt's hand trembled from the pain. He stared at his fingers in shock and hadn't expected Noelle to be so strong. Realizing Xenia was beside him, he immediately felt humiliated.

He pointed a finger at Noelle and cursed, "I'm warning you, Noelle! My leg wouldn't have ended this way if it hadn't been for you! And now, how dare you disrespect me!"

Noelle scoffed. "I've actually been meaning to ask; did they cut off your brain too when you had your leg amputated?"

She remembered Wyatt had been fairly normal before the accident.

Wyatt's face flushed with rage. "You're the reason my leg was amputated, so how dare you mock me! I'll have Donovan teach you a lesson!"

Standing beside Noelle, Cedric scoffed. "It was your dear Donovan who escaped responsibilities and refused to answer calls that led to you ending up this way. Noelle was the one who made the call to save your life. Too bad she saved an ungrateful mutt."

Wyatt refused to listen. He believed his life had spiraled into tragedy after losing his leg. Otherwise, he would've won Xenia over.

Noelle took Cedric's arm. "Let go. Let's not waste time on someone like him."

Noelle! Who

felt guilty and did whatever he asked. How had she

into the car. As she was about to leave, she saw Wyatt

out. If this had been in her past life, she would've rushed over worried sick. But when Frank took her kidney for Xenia in her past life, it was Wyatt who'd wheeled her

silence and slammed on the gas pedal to drive away. Watching from the side, Xenia found Wyatt's helpless state utterly humiliating. She wanted nothing

the disabled Wyatt was the only one she could rely on. She forced herself to endure her disgust and hurried over to help Wyatt up. Wyatt clung to her hand tightly. "Xenia, I promise you, you'll be

flicker of disgust flashed in Xenia's eyes. A crippled waste like Wyatt could never help

...

away from L Bistro. Her phone buzzed nonstop, and the screen showed an

number without hesitation. Wyatt was rarely

the

in the group chat and texted, saying,

number? Feeling

and I'm being kind by not breaking your legs. How

know you're reading this. Come out

out a short laugh.