Hugo Sterling had no idea what Tristan Lawson was up to. Tristan was being so secretive that Hugo assumed he wanted to whisper something, so he leaned in.

Tristan Lawson swiftly plucked a strand of Hugo’s hair.

"You had a gray hair. I got it for you."

"All this mystery for a single gray hair."

Tristan Lawson feigned throwing it into the trash, but the hair remained clutched in his palm.

"So, are you going to tell me which hospital she’s in or not?"

"The most I can do is give you her address. Wait until she’s discharged before you go looking for her. Give her some time to rest. I visited her yesterday. It’s nothing serious, so she should be out soon."

Since Hugo Sterling had yielded, Tristan Lawson didn’t say anything more.

Hugo Sterling told Tristan Lawson the address of the apartment he had arranged for Noelle Sutton.

Old Mr. and Old Mrs. Hughes had gone out for a walk after breakfast, leaving only Sophie Hughes at home. She was standing outside and overheard the conversation between Hugo Sterling and Tristan Lawson.

However, she only caught bits and pieces of their conversation and wasn’t entirely clear on the details.

But one thing was certain: Tristan Lawson was here for Noelle Sutton and was desperate to see her to explain himself.

’If he clears things up and Noelle Sutton forgives him, they’ll go on with their lives as husband and wife. Wouldn’t that mean I have no chance at all?’

’That’s not the outcome I want.’

’Tristan Lawson is mine. I absolutely cannot allow that mute, Noelle Sutton, to steal the man I love most.’

’The Sterling Family is so frustrating too. For such a prominent family, every single one of them is so good to Noelle Sutton. And Hugo Sterling even wants her to pose as the youngest Miss Sterling.’

’If Mrs. Sterling actually takes a liking to Noelle and decides to make her her daughter, wouldn’t that just increase Noelle’s social standing?’

When Sophie Hughes heard that their conversation was winding down, she walked out and got into her car.

Once Hugo Sterling came out and got into his car, she drove off, tailing him.

When Hugo Sterling parked at a hospital, Sophie Hughes was nearly certain this was where Noelle Sutton was staying.

After Hugo Sterling went inside, Sophie Hughes followed.

She eventually located Noelle Sutton’s room. 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

Just then, Noelle Sutton had finished packing and was ready to be discharged.

"You’re getting discharged after only one day?"

Noelle Sutton smiled and typed out a message for Hugo Sterling: "It’s nothing too serious. I can just rest up at home."

"Let me give you a ride home, then."

Noelle Sutton quickly typed another message for him: "I’ve already made plans with Wyatt Yates. He’s coming to pick me up soon. Also, about the apartment you arranged for me, I can’t just live there for free. I should pay you for it."

’Given our relationship, how could I possibly let her pay me?’

"Noelle, the gift you gave my grandfather was incredibly precious. If he found out I arranged an apartment for you only to charge you for it, he’d probably kill me. Please don’t mention payment again. It makes us sound like strangers."

Besides, just based on his relationship with Tristan Lawson, he couldn’t possibly ask her for money for something so minor.

"Then... thank you."

Just as they were talking, Wyatt Yates arrived. He felt a little uncomfortable seeing Hugo Sterling there, feeling that Hugo was being overly attentive to Noelle Sutton.

So Noelle Sutton said her goodbyes to Hugo Sterling.

Although Hugo Sterling really wanted to take her home himself, Noelle Sutton seemed to be closer with Wyatt Yates. He walked out of the hospital with them, and after Noelle got into Wyatt’s car, she waved goodbye to Hugo.

On the way, Wyatt Yates had to focus on driving, so he couldn’t chat with Noelle Sutton.

’It was so much more convenient when he had given her the sound-emitting necklace. They could even communicate freely in the car.’

’He wasn’t sure what had happened, but she hadn’t been using the sound-emitting necklace lately, and her neck was bare.’

He waited until they arrived at Noelle Sutton’s apartment and he had parked the car before asking, "Did you not get a chance to bring the sound-emitting necklace with you when you went abroad?"

At the mention of the sound-emitting necklace, Noelle Sutton couldn’t help but think about what had happened that day.

’Tristan Lawson had thrown the necklace out the window. She had gone out and searched for a long time but never found it.’

Not wanting to tell Wyatt Yates what happened and make him worry, she signed apologetically, "I’m so sorry, I lost the necklace..."

’So that’s what happened.’

"It’s okay. I’ll just order you a new one."

Noelle Sutton quickly signed, "There’s no need! Maybe I’ll be able to speak again soon. Spending that money again is unnecessary. It’s too wasteful."

Noelle Sutton insisted that Wyatt Yates not buy her another sound-emitting necklace.

’Tristan Lawson had forced the sound-emitting ring onto her ring finger that day. Although she had kept it, she had no intention of using it, much less wearing it.’

"I won’t force you if you don’t want it. Just remember to tell me when your throat stops hurting completely. I’ll check it out, and if there are no issues, we can start your rehabilitation exercises."

Noelle Sutton nodded, then signed, "I’ll head up then. You should get back to work at the hospital. Goodbye."

Wyatt Yates waved goodbye to her. Noelle Sutton watched his car drive away before turning and walking toward the apartment building.

"Noelle Sutton."

Sophie Hughes’s voice came from behind her.

Noelle Sutton stopped and turned around.

Sophie Hughes walked toward her. "Do you have a minute to talk?"

’Sophie Hughes had arrived in Glenwater on the very day Noelle Sutton was diagnosed with cancer.’

’They’d known each other for over a month, but they had never once spoken to each other alone.’

’Every time, either Tristan Lawson or Joshua Lawson was present. To Noelle, every word Sophie Hughes spoke felt like a performance—utterly insincere.’

Noelle Sutton signed, "I don’t think we have anything to talk about."

Meeting with Noelle Sutton alone, Sophie Hughes naturally let her true colors show. She smirked. "I get the feeling you’re running away. Are you too scared to face it?"

Noelle Sutton signed back, "That’s just your feeling, and your feelings aren’t always right. Miss Hughes, you’re overthinking it. I have no interest in your affairs."

"And what about Tristan’s?"

The corner of Noelle Sutton’s mouth curled into a mocking smile, and her signing grew nonchalant. "I’m even less interested in his, of course. So, Miss Hughes, we really have nothing to talk about. I know you like Tristan Lawson. Don’t worry, I won’t fight you for him. I’ve already filed for divorce. Before long, he’ll be a free man. You and he can do as you please."

Sophie Hughes’s brow furrowed slightly.

’The Noelle Sutton in front of her was completely different from the one she’d imagined.’

’The first time she saw Noelle Sutton at the entrance of Westhill Villa, Noelle was clearly distressed by her arrival, and her expression had turned grim.’

’After that, she started leaving home every few days and would only return when Tristan Lawson went looking for her.’

’Noelle Sutton was clearly bothered by the matter between her and Tristan Lawson, so why was she acting so calm and unconcerned now?’

’Is she putting on an act?’

’She couldn’t believe that Noelle Sutton, having been married to Tristan Lawson, would actually be willing to leave him.’

’After all, Tristan Lawson was an exceptional man in every respect, a cut above the rest, and possessed the means to make any woman’s heart flutter and yield to him.’

"You don’t have to pretend to be so strong, you know. You must have so many questions about him and me. Are you sure you don’t want to know?"

’She was already giving up her husband; she no longer had any desire to learn more about his past or his romantic entanglements.’

’There was no need.’

’She already knew more than enough.’

She raised her hand to tell Sophie Hughes...