NovelStartChapter 650 Noelle didn't notice the Christmas present under her pillow until the next day. Inside the small box was a pair of earrings and a rosary. She stared at it for a while before silently putting the box back and getting out of bed to go downstairs.
Beatrice and Rosie were playing poker in the living room. Along with them were a few of the household staff. They were using pistachios as chips, and everyone seemed to be having a great time.
It seemed Rosie had won the round, as she was bouncing around excitedly. When she saw Noelle, her smile widened, and she ran over to share the good news.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Mommy, I won again! Look! I won so many things!" Noelle looked at her beaming face and instinctively wanted to praise her, but it felt like something was stuck in her throat, and no words cout. In the end, she could only force a smile, but even that wasn't convincing. Because she could clearly see the excitement in Rosie's eyes fade as they met hers. Noelle hadn't wanted this to happen. She, more than anyone, didn't want to see Rosie sad or hurt. Yet, she simply couldn't control herself.
Beatrice eventually stepped in. "Alright. Your mommy hasn't had breakfast yet, and Ruby is still waiting for you to continue the game. You've won so much already-you're not thinking of running away, are you?" "I would never run away!" Rosie answered immediately.
Even so, she still cast a hesitant glance toward Noelle, reluctant to leave. But in the end, she chose to go along with Beatrice and turned back to rejoin the game.
Noelle stood where she was, watching Rosie leave. She knew she shouldn't be like this. She also knew Rosie had to be disappointed and upset, but...
Just as she was biting her lip, lost in thought, Beatrice's voice suddenly cthrough, "It's okay." Noelle turned to her, and Beatrice reached out to pat her shoulder. "Rosie is a good girl, and she's your daughter, after all. So, I'm sure she'll understand you. Con. Have something to eat. I had them make sweet oatmeal. You'll definitely like it." "Thank you," Noelle said softly, looking at her. "I saw the rosary, too. I'm really grateful." Beatrice was momentarily stunned. Then, she laughed. "So that's why... I was wondering why Hendrix would suddenly buy something like that." Noelle stared at her, confused.
"You thought the rosary was from me?" Beatrice asked.
Only then did Noelle realize something was off. "You mean it's not?" "Nope." "Then..." Noelle's voice trailed off.
Beatrice smiled and said, "You've already guessed, haven't you?" Noelle didn't answer.
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"Actually, Hendrix used to hate this kind of thing," Beatrice said. "The late Mrs, Freeman Senior loved visiting En: places of worship and would donate large sums to them every year.
"Hendrix even toldit was because his grandmother had committed too many sins in her lifetand was trying to atone for them with these empty gestures.
"After Mrs. Freeman Senior passed away, he stopped the donations to the places of worship. But recently he started them up again and even went Y to the chapel on the mountain himself. Turns out it was just to get you a rosary."
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