Noelle seethed. Her expression was cold as she asked, "Are you sure you want me to shoot the TV series? Aren''t you afraid I''ll ruin it?"


    ke replied, "It''s fine. You''re my sister, after all. I can tolerate yourck of acting skills, but I won''t tolerate your disobedience and constant defiance."


    He ced the script on her desk. "Take a good look at your role. Xenia is the protagonist, and you''re the supporting bitchy character."


    "Bitchy character? You should get Xenia to y that. She''s a professional."


    "Jealous, are we? Admit that I''m your brother, and I''ll make you the lead. Xenia can be the supporting character. That way, you can''t use me of favoritism anymore."


    Noelle stared at ke''s insidious smile and coldly replied, "Donovan will think you''re ungrateful if he finds out what you''re doing. Xenia has done the Liddells a favor, after all."


    "Donovan cares too much about his ego. She''s just the daughter of a driver, so how could she everpare to you?"


    "Don''t you think your words are contradictory?" Noelle asked and recalled how ke used to treat Xenia quite well.


    "You''ve always believed I treat Xeiua better than you, haven''t you? But there''s a reason for that—she saved my life."


    Xenia had saved ke''s life? Noelle didn''t recall having any memory of that.


    When ke was in school, he often got into trouble and brawls. Plus, he was frequently surrounded by street punks.


    Once, he was ambushed and hacked. He fled all the way to an alley and bled heavily.


    When Noelle ran out to get help, she came across Xenia, who was passing by after school.


    After she exined the situation, the gang chasing ke caught up and recognized her.


    Xenia pointed them in ke''s direction, so to save him, Noelle ran in the opposite direction to lure the gang away.


    She was caught and nearly killed. She was only saved when the patrolling police officers intervened.


    When ke woke up, his attitude toward her soured, and he grew closer to Xenia. Could that be the reason for their misunderstanding?


    ke gritted his teeth, and his voice filled with hatred. "It seems you''ve forgotten, Noelle. But I remember it all too well."


    He was on the verge of death back then, and Noelle abandoned him just to run away. ording to Xenia, Noelle had fled in fear.


    From that moment onward, ke harbored a deep resentment toward Noelle. He showered Xenia with kindness and ignored Noelle on purpose.


    He relished the sight of Noelle being scorned and misunderstood. It was his way of finding sce.


    Noelle remainedposed. "Why don''t you tell me when Xenia saved you exactly?"


    "It was when..."


    Halfway through ke''s words, his manager knocked on the door. "There''s something to discuss, Mr. Liddell."


    ke collected himself and cast a final nce at Noelle. "I don''t believe you''ve forgotten. Stop pretending you have amnesia."


    "It''s true that I don''t remember."


    "Enough. Back then, you insisted on buying a cake, and it ended up killing our parents. You survived and forgot everything about the ident, and that''s why we haven''t been able to find the real culprit."


    Noelle''s expression changed slightly. She pressed, "What do you mean?"


    "That driver was just a scapegoat, and someone else was in the car, probably the real driver. But you conveniently forgot everything, yed victim, and pretended to have amnesia."


    Noelle shot to her feet. "I wasn''t pretending to have forgotten. I genuinely don''t remember!"


    "Ha! You use us of favoritism, yet you killed our parents and made us suffer all these years. You''re lucky we didn''t kick you out of the family, so how dare you talk about favoritism? Do you even deserve that?"


    ke stormed out and was too furious to say more. He didn''t believe Noelle had forgotten the incident where he had nearly died. To him, she was just unwilling to admit her mistakes.


    The same was the case for the car ident. Her denial deepened his resentment.


    Noelle sat in her chair as ke''s words reyed in her mind. No one had ever told her about this.


    Could there have been someone else in the car during the ident?


    She clutched her head and tried to recall, but her memory of the car ident remained nk.


    After much deliberation, Noelle picked up her phone and called Frank.


    "Noelle, you called! What''s happening?" Frank''s voice was filled with surprise and delight.


    Noelle hesitated briefly and asked, "Is it true that we never found the real culprit behind the car ident?"