Chapter 677

Noreen had never imagined they would meet again under such circumstances.

Seth was thinner.

Perhaps it was the lighting in the room, but his face looked pale.

His hair was cut short, revealing a faint scar on his forehead-the one he got in the

car accident when he went to pick up Bianca from the club.

It wasn’t very noticeable and could easily be removed with medical treatment.

For some reason, he had left it there.

Noreen remained silent.

It was Seth who spoke first, breaking the stillness. “I heard you kept applying for a visit?”

Noreen gave a soft “mm-hmm.”

Seth’s voice was low, a barely perceptible smile on his lips. “Why visit me? You should hate me. We should never see each other again. After all, I’m the one who let you down.”

If she hadn’t moved on, she might have thought so.

But now…

Noreen just looked at him calmly. When he met her gaze, she said quietly, “Who wants to be stuck in some grand tragedy with you? I just want my career to soar.” The past was over for her.

So she didn’t hate him, because she no longer loved him.

They looked at each other for a minute.

A smile rippled in Seth’s eyes, a smile as deep and unreadable as the sea. “That’s good.”

Noreen’s brow furrowed slightly.

Seth looked away, his voice faint, tinged with a weary sense of age. “As for my dad, if you’re willing, you can check on him from time to time. If you find it a hassle, it’s fine not to go. You don’t owe me, and you don’t owe the Harcourt family anything. Don’t feel any pressure, and don’t treat it as your responsibility. Just live your own life.”

Seth said a lot.

But Noreen didn’t speak again.

She had come to see Seth hoping to persuade him to get a good lawyer and fight for his case.

Now, it seemed there was no point.

So she remained silent.

Seth probably sensed she had nothing more to say and ended the visit early.

Noreen stood up silently, wanting to say goodbye. She felt she should.

But the words were stuck in her throat.

Seth turned to leave with the guards, but just as he reached the doorway, he paused.

“Noreen, live a good life. We won’t meet again.”

As his voice faded, his figure disappeared through the door.

Noreen stood there, stunned, for a long time.

When she left the detention center, a light snow had begun to fall.

It rarely snowed in Rivercrest City.

She walked down the steps, tilting her head back to watch the flurries drift down.

She instinctively reached out a hand to catch one.

The snowflake was too small. Before it could land in her palmit melted from the warmth of her hand, turning into a tiny drop of water.

Impossible to hold on to.

As the new year approached, Noreen was swamped with work.

But she moved most of her work home to spend more time with Rosalind.

And also to keep an eye on her.

“I want to go home.”

“This is your home,” Noreen flatly refused Rosalind’s request.

“I feel like I’m in prison here,” Rosalind

every

protested. “You watch me

oke I’m some kind

criminal.”

“Then tell me, why am I watching you?”

Rosalind instantly lost the confidence to argue.

In the end, she resigned herself to staying with Noreen.

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of

After signing the last document,

Noreenfanced at the time. “Let’s et

go. We have a follow-up

appointment at the hospital today.

The results of the check-up showed everything was fine, which put Noreen’s mind at

ease.

She then accompanied Rosalind back to her old apartment to pick up some things.

Downstairs, they ran into their neighbor, Mrs. Laurent.

Mrs. Laurent’s face was smudged with soot, as if from smoke.