Chapter 900 Rather Be Mocked Than Be Pitied

• “You must be tired from your trip to the police station, Noah. I've asked the maid to prepare lemonade for you to get rid of your bad luck. You should go upstairs and rest after this,” Carol advised as she hurried toward Noah.
• The latter shot Carol a glare and snarled, “I'm calling the shots this time, Mom. Don't try to stop me. I will make sure she stays a beggar forever on the streets. That presumptuous woman deserves it for ruining my family and my company. I've lost everything! If I'm going down, she's going down with me.”
• Carol's lips quivered, but she was at a loss for words.