Chapter 472

After Michael finished speaking, he walked away, his tall figure showing no trace of emotion.

Noelle stared blankly at his departing silhouette, thinking, "Yeah, she really had missed out on so much before. But… did this mean he was actually trying to mentor her?"

When Noelle returned to her place, she collapsed onto the bed, not wanting to get up. Even though she had only assisted in the surgery, the constant tension had left her utterly exhausted.

Her phone rang—it was Christian. She answered.

"Hello?"

"Hey, little widow, did you finish knitting that scarf?"

Noelle replied, "Halfway done."

Then, through gritted teeth, she added, "Call me 'little widow' again, and I'll marry you just to spite you!"

Christian chuckled, his voice sounding especially nice even over the distance. "Sure! Go ahead and try. Let's see if you can manage to outlive me!"

Noelle suddenly found herself at a loss for words.

"You're so annoying!"

She hung up the phone and walked over to the window, hoping