Of course, Claire didn't feel a shred of pity.
He was crying over this?
Noreen had shed a thousand times more tears because of him.
He deserved every bit of this pain!
"If you have even an ounce of conscience left, remember that she nearly died for you! So stay the hell away from her! Disappear from her life forever and let her be happy without you!"
It was a vicious threat, and a desperate plea.
She never wanted to see Noreen cry over anyone ever again.
...
Claire didn't tell Noreen about ripping into Seth.
If Seth had the nerve, he could go complain to Noreen himself.
Noreen would always take her side anyway; he'd only be humiliating himself.
But Noreen never brought it up, so Claire figured he had kept his mouth shut.
Over the next week, Claire made a point to check the street below the apartment every single day.
She even took frequent strolls downstairs, just to make sure a certain shameless scumbag wasn't hanging around harassing Noreen.
Thankfully, she never saw him again.
Claire mentally cursed him one last time.
*He better stay away!*
If he dared show his face, she'd chew him out all over again!
Noreen's life quickly settled back into its usual rhythm. She spent her days flying back and forth between Rivercrest City and Northcrest, spearheading an IPO for a telecommunications company.
Even on weekends, she buried herself in her study, working non-stop.
Claire had prepared some bird's nest soup and brought it up to her. When she knocked and entered, Noreen was in the middle of a video conference.
"I want the audit reports and the controlling shareholder's bank statements in my inbox before the Monday morning meeting. Lucy, follow up on their tax certificates."
On the screen, Lucy hesitated. "I've tried, but they're not being very cooperative."
Noreen's eyes narrowed. "If you can't handle a basic request, maybe you should just quit and find a rich husband to support you."

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