Chapter 145

Holly waved goodbye to Bethany and Silas before turning to head into her house. Noah stood on the second-floor terrace, his eyes narrowed as he scrutinized the scene at the gate. If his memory served him right, that license plate was Silas'. Why was Holly getting out of Silas' car? Holly was in high spirits, humming a tune as she headed to her room, but Noah's voice stopped her in her tracks. "Hols, who just dropped you off?" Noah's tone was frosty. Holly hadn't realized that he had seen her come home. She raised an eyebrow, barely masking her annoyance. "Uncle Noah, a friend dropped me off." Noah wasn't letting it go. He pressed for details. "Which friend?" Holly's patience snapped. "I don't think I need to report who my friends are to you. Even my parents and Grandpa don't interfere in my life like this." She was clearly telling Noah to mind his own business. Holly used to genuinely look up to him. He was the golden boy of the Vazquez family, someone she had always treat