Chapter 589

Michael pulled his arm back just a fraction too late, almost getting it caught in the car door.

Watching Emmie's Audi drive off, a deep frustration settled in his chest.

He turned, catching the driver's glance, and his expression darkened. "What? You feel sorry for her because I cut out her tongue?"

The driver's head shook so fast it was like a bobblehead. "No, no! Not at all!"

Only then did Michael walk over to his car and slide into the seat. "To the Xanthos residence."

An hour earlier, the Xanthos residence had received a rare visitor—the long-absent Noelle, whom the servants hadn't seen in six months.

"Mrs. Xanthos Senior, Ms. Noelle is here," a middle-aged housekeeper announced cheerfully.

Mabel, frowning slightly, glanced over her shoulder.

When her eyes landed on the poised figure of Noelle standing in the doorway, there was no sign of warmth in her expression.

She gave a cold hum. "It's a miracle she even remembers she has a grandmother. I suppose she's finally com