Chapter 670

After taking her medication, Noelle spent the entire afternoon drifting in and out of sleep. So, it wasn't until evening that she saw the messages on her phone.

Some people asked if the woman in the photo with Ruth was her, while others asked when she had returned to Coppersville and if she'd like to meet up for dinner sometime.

In truth, many in her social circle probably already knew Noelle had returned to Coppersville. After all, many of them had been present at Seline's funeral. It was just that the Swifts had kicked Noelle out then.

At the time, Noelle had even heard people calling her a jinx behind her back. But now? Their attitudes had done a complete 180. Not that it was surprising. After all, it was human nature to look out for one's own interests.

Besides, Noelle barely remembered most of their names, so whatever they had to say-however they saw her-made no difference to her.

If it were the Noelle of the past, even if she loathed it, she would have forced herself to exchange a few words with them for the sake of maintaining Hendrix's reputation as his wife.

But now, Noelle had no interest in doing such things. "Let them think whatever they want," she thought.

So, she ignored all the messages. After scrolling through them, she simply tossed her phone aside.

Just then, Rosie came looking for her. She was still recovering from a cold, and to avoid passing it to Noelle again, she stood at the doorway to keep a safe distance from her.

are you feeling?" she asked. "Do

said, "I'm fine.

too. The doctor said I'll be all better by tomorrow.

prove it, Rosie hopped twice

grew wider. Then, she reached out a hand

head seriously. "The doctor said

was momentarily at a loss for how

Rosie asked, "Mommy,

looked at

come to

he didn't check on you even once today,"

about Hendrix, so she

been in the study the whole

That means he's busy with

at her intently

steady gaze left Noelle

a while before nodding

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