GoodNovelChapter 642 Noelle quickly returned to her room. She locked the door first, then walked to the desk and took out the pen and paper she had prepared earlier.
There were so many things she wanted to write, many things she wanted to tell Rosie. She had even considered writing a series of letters, one for Rosie to read each year.
But her mind went blank as soon as the pen touched the paper. And then she realized-maybe she didn't need to tell her anything. After all, her choice was the most direct statement.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtRosie didn't need a weak mother. Her leaving would be the greatest act of irresponsibility toward Rosie. So, Noelle no longer had the right to say anything.
With that thought in mind, Noelle set the pen down. Then, she opened another drawer. Inside was a shard of glass she had secretly stashed away a few days ago.
A life for a life-everyone knew that.
Seline had died because of Rosie. But Rosie was still so young, and Noelle couldn't bear to see her suffer any harm. So, if the Swift family wanted a life, she would give them her own. That way, they could no longer say Rosie had taken Seline's life. After all, Noelle would have repaid the debt.
Thinking this, Noelle picked up the glass shard and looked at the mirror across from her. The large floor mirror clearly reflected her every moment. She easily found her carotid artery. All she had to do was cut there.
She knew it wouldn't be a pleasant sight. And she felt guilty, too. After all, this was Hendrix's new house. Yet, she was going to die here in such a gruesway.
But she had no other choice. Hendrix had been watching her too closely, so she couldn't leave at all. If she hadn't found an excuse to send him away today, she wouldn't even have this opportunity. Thus, att she could do was offer him a silent apology.
Noelle raised the glass shard to her neck. The moment she closed her eyes, she suddenly thought of Rosie-how she called her "Mommy" for the first time.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmThen, she thought of Hendrix. She knew how much he had done for her these past weeks. If it weren't for him, Marla and Marshall wouldn't have let her off so easily after Leth Seline's death. She also knew how happy he had been last night.
Maybe he truly believed they could have a future together, but that couldn't be further from the truth. Noelle knew better than anyone that they had no future.
After taking a deep breath, she started pressing down the glass shard against her skin. But the next moment, a loud crash suddenly rang out. It was the sound of the door being kicked open.
Noelle immediately stiffened. She realized what was happening and knew this was her only chance. Met, she still reflexively opened her Before she could see anything clearly, Hendrix had already stopped her But instead of gripping her wrist, he grabbed the glass shard.
The glass shard Noelle had meant to press into her carotid artery now om pierced palm it wasn't the Warm Blood seeped out that she finally snapped back to reality. Then, she began to struggle fiercely. "Let go, Hendrix! I'm telling you to let go!"
She had to repay Seline's life with her own life. Only then could Rosie be om freed from the blame. And if not for her, Seline never would have gone to the ski resort in the first place. So, Noelle had to do this. But now, Hendrix had her hand firmly locked in his. It was as if he didn't feel the pain at all—even as the glass shard embedded deeper into his palm, causing blood to drip down to the floor.
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