All Chapters of A Life Debt Repaid: Chapter 271 - Chapter 280

Cordy whipped out her phone, tapped on the news headlines, and showed it to Kyle. "You were framed by Noel from the very start. Since you’ve been here since yesterday, you probably wouldn't know what's in the news. Here, enjoy!"Kyle had an idea of what she wanted to show him; he couldn’t be bothered to even glance at it and instead growled through his teeth, "Are you done mocking me?""It's not mocking…" Cordy paused. "Actually, I guess it counts."While Kyle was seething, Cordy tapped on the photos in the article to show him. "That said, I'd prefer it if you can recognize the truth. Why don't you look at those photos?"Finally, Kyle couldn’t resist the temptation and looked at them. When he did, his eyes turned bloodshot in disbelief."I'm sure you're not stupid enough to think John or myself published these photos, are you?" Cordy continued. "This happened even before John came.""What are you trying to say?!" Kyle growled through clenched teeth. "You still don't get it, do

Noel quickly flashed a sweet smile and greeted Cordy affectionately, "Hello, sister."Cordy, for her part, was actually curious as to why Noel would still care about Kyle. Wait… Was Noel planning to tell Kyle how evil she really was, all on her own volition?!Still, Cordy ignored Noel; unlike Noel, Cordy was incapable of being a two-faced snake. However, Cordy came to a sudden realization when she stepped out of the detention center and saw the journalists camping outside the gates. Of course! Noel wouldn’t get her perfect ending without a superb last act.As such, Cordy quickly made her way to her car and left before the journalists could realize what had just happened.-In the visitor’s room, Noel sat opposite Kyle. She didn’t seem at all guilty to see Kyle's tragic state.She believed he deserved it—that he had fallen for her schemes because of his own moronic incompetence. And now, everything that had happened was caused by his own folly. It had nothing to do with her,

Noel’s expression turned icy and she barked, "Where did you learn how to drive?!""I'm sorry, Miss Sachs," the chauffeur apologized immediately. "That car up front suddenly switched lanes. I had to stop.""Eyes on the road," Noel said with a displeased scowl.However, that was when a burly, menacing man clad fully in black and wearing shades strode over to them. He knocked on Noel's side of the door.Startled, her first thought was that he wanted to kidnap her. "Drive!" she shrieked in agitation."But we're stuck, Miss!" the chauffeur cried helplessly. "They’ve cut us off from the back, too!" Noel was certainly terrified out of her wits, but just as she took out her phone to call the cops, a call reached her instead.In her panic, she answered it."Hello, Miss Sachs. I'm Jessica Stuart," the voice on the other end said. Noel was stunned; for a second, she wondered if she was hearing things. "If you could please alight from the car, my bodyguards will escort you to my tea

Cordy was shocked to discover the news regarding Kyle’s suicide.‘The worst for him,’ she thought, ‘was just ten or twenty years in jail.’ She never expected him to actually end his own life.When she thought about it again, for him to stay alive would only be more tragic. There was no way he could accept being deceived so thoroughly by a woman he once loved, and that his own family had fallen to ruin by his own design. His pride wouldn’t be able to handle such disgrace, either. Death might be only the release for him.Even so, Cordy didn’t feel much about his death. She had no guilt, especially since she wasn’t the one who had caused his death. She had zero sympathy, too—Kyle was no angel.If anything, the only emotion she felt was her respect for the sanctity of life. Nonetheless, the condemnation towards Kyle dwindled following his suicide, since most people observed the rule not to speak ill of the dead.Hence, all the flaming and scorn for him ended after a little over

Cordy needed peace and quiet.She was convinced she loved Dicky to the point he could do no wrong in her eyes.Now, however, she realized belatedly that she had overestimated herself.Once Cordy left Dicky's room, the first thing she did was take deep breaths—as hard as she could. It took a while for her to finally calm down. After that, she found herself really thirsty.Her throat was dry after a night of teaching pronunciations. She looked up to find John sitting at the living room bar, a laptop in front of him. He was wearing a pair of silver-framed glasses—it was the first time she saw him wearing those, and he certainly looked like a cultured douchebag. He was still typing, but his eyes were on her, so he must have seen what she was doing.Cordy didn’t expect to find him in the living room as well. Didn’t he do work in the study?!"So? Are things going well?" John asked.She could somehow sense his glee. How could he remain so nonchalant when his own son was called