Chapter 107

Noah immediately told his driver to turn the car around. He had never imagined that Ella already knew everything. What she didn't know was that, for a long time now, she had already been at the very center of his heart. Once, when Noah was 12, he went to the Reid family as a guest. While passing by an attic, he heard a cat-like crying sound. Driven by curiosity, he climbed up to the attic, and the sobbing grew more distinct. He saw a door locked from the outside. After undoing the latch, he saw a young girl whose face was smeared with dust, crying so pitifully that anyone who saw her would feel sorry. She was only a few years old, barely reaching his knees. Noah had always disliked children who cried, regardless of gender. Yet the filthy young girl before him—her bright, watery eyes fluttering with anxious fear—made him realize, for the first time, that a crying child could be something other than annoying. Only then did he remember that the Reid family's girl had just lost her mot