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Hunted 125

    <b>Chapter </b><b>125 </b>


    <b><i>Grd’s </i></b><b>POV</b><b>: </b>


    Noah’s eyes shot wide opened as I continued tough. Who the hell did these people think they were! Even if I hadn’t heard that despicable conversation, to think a mere


    forced apology was enough…ridiculous.


    “<i>Grd</i>, <i>why </i>won’t you <i>ept </i>mom’s <i>apology</i><i>?</i>”


    <i>“</i><i>Why </i><i>would </i><i>I</i>? <i>or </i><i>better </i><i>yet</i><i>…</i><i>why </i><i>SHOULD </i><i>I</i><i>?</i><i>” </i>


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    Before Noah could answer, both Cole and Brian walked into the foyer along with Olivia. My eyes cut over to her causing her to stare nervously at the floor.


    Noah then scoffed.


    <i>“</i><i>You’re </i><i>pushing </i><i>it </i><i>Grd</i><i>. </i>You <i>had </i><i>your </i><i>little </i><i>tantrum </i><ist </i><i>night</i><i>. </i><i>It’s </i><i>time </i><i>to </i><i>put </i><i>this </i><i>whole </i><i>thing </i><i>behind us </i><i>and </i><i>move </i><i>on</i><i>.</i>”


    I scoffed as Iughed even louder.


    “Why <i>should </i><i>I </i><i>move </i><i>on </i><i>when </i><i>I </i><i>don’t </i><i>even </i><i>know </i><i>who </i><i>set </i><i>me </i><i>up</i>.”


    Noah’s face paled. The others may not have known, he most certainly knew the culprit


    was Olivia.


    “<i>Grd</i><i>, </i><i>that’s </i><i>not </i><i>what’s </i><i>important-</i>”


    <i>“</i><i>It’s </i><i>not</i>. <i>So</i>, <i>you’re </i><i>telling </i><i>me </i><i>someone </i><i>that </i><i>stole </i><i>from </i><i>our </i><i>parents </i><i>and also </i><i>tried </i><i>to </i><i>set </i><i>me </i><i>up</i><i>, </i>it’s <i>not </i><i>important </i><i>that </i><i>we </i><i>find </i><i>out </i><i>who </i><i>that </i>is?”


    The color in Noah’s face began to drain. He knew there was no logical exnation behind his response. Suddenly, Olivia walked forward, the usual tears in her eyes.


    <i>“</i><i>Sister</i><i>, </i><i>I </i><i>feel </i><i>like </i><i>this </i>is <i>all </i><i>my </i><i>fault</i><i>.</i><i>” </i>


    I couldn’t help but chuckle at this poor performance. Scoffing, I responded.


    <i>“</i><i>It </i><i>is </i><i>your </i><i>fault</i><i>.</i><i>” </i>


    <b>“</b><b>6</b><b>” </b>


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    Olivia’s eyes widen<b>; </b>she wasn’t aware I knew she was the one setting me up. Both she and Noah’s face began to pale, wondering where I was going with myment. Before she could respond, Brian immediately intervened.


    <i>“</i><i>Grd</i>! <i>How </i><i>dare </i><i>you </i><i>me </i><i>Olivia</i><i>!</i><i>” </i>


    Jackass.


    <i>“</i><i>Oh</i>? <i>Then </i>it <i>was </i><i>you </i><i>that </i><i>set </i><i>me </i><i>up</i><i>?</i><i>” </i>


    Brian’s eyes widen with fury, it was bad enough I med his precious Livie, but now I was ming him.


    “<i>What </i><i>the </i><i>fuck </i><i>did </i><i>you </i><i>just </i><i>say</i><i>!!</i>”


    <i>“</i><i>You </i><i>heard </i>me. <i>Since </i><i>you’re </i>so <i>convinced </i><i>it </i><i>wasn’t </i><i>her</i>, <i>perhaps </i><i>it </i><i>was </i><i>you</i><i>.</i><i>” </i>


    Brian was about to charge at me when Noah blocked him.


    “<i>Grd</i><i>! </i><i>Stop </i><i>this </i><i>now</i><i>!</i><i>” </i>


    Suddenly, Cole spoke up.


    <i>“</i><i>Grd</i><i>, </i><i>I </i><i>know </i><i>you’re </i><i>still </i><i>upset </i><i>about </i><ist </i><i>night </i><i>but </i>to <i>think </i><i>that </i><i>any </i><i>of </i><i>us </i><i>is </i>a <i>thief </i><i>is </i><i>not </i><i>only </i><i>absurd</i><i>, </i><i>but </i><i>it’s </i><i>cruel and </i><i>unfair</i>. <i>Especially </i><i>Livie</i>.”


    Ha! The nerve of this gang of jackasses! The irony almost turned this into aedy show.


    <i>“</i><i>So</i><i>, </i><i>it’s </i><i>cruel </i><i>when </i><i>one </i><i>of </i><i>you </i><i>are </i><i>used </i><i>but </i><i>normal </i><i>when </i><i>it’s </i><i>me</i><i>?</i>”


    Cole’s eyes flickered as guilt began to seep through. This family was so far gone, I wasn’t even sure if they fully understood anymore how screwed up they were.


    Brian pushed Noah’s hands away, as he began to sneer.


    <i>“</i><i>Livie </i><i>wasn’t </i><i>raised </i><i>by </i><i>a </i><i>criminal</i><i>! </i><i>Can </i><i>you </i><i>say </i><i>the </i><i>same thing</i><i>!</i>”


    I could feel my heart tighten up as he ndered my mother’s name. Before I could. respond, Noah yelled.


    <i>“</i><i>That’s </i><i>enough </i><i>Brian</i><i>!</i>”


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    Brian nced at Noah with irritation, but he chose not to challenge him. Instead, he looked as me with a smug smile thinking he’d had me.


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    “I’m <i>not </i><i>sure </i><i>if </i><i>she </i><i>was </i><i>raised </i><i>by </i><i>a </i><i>thief</i><i>, </i><i>but </i><i>liars </i><i>are </i><i>definitely </i><i>in </i><i>full </i><i>bloom </i><i>here</i>. <i>So</i>, <i>by </i><i>all </i>means, <i>celebrate </i>your <i>academic </i>sess<b>, </b><i>your </i><i>business </i>sess, <i>your </i><i>musical </i><i>and </i><i>art creations </i><i>as </i><i>everyone </i><i>praises </i><i>how </i><i>magnificent </i><i>the </i><i>Rochesters </i><i>are</i>.”


    With that, I turned to leave. I was through with these circus clowns.


    <b><i>Noah’s </i></b><b><i>POV</i></b><b>: </b>


    I turned to re at Brian. As usual, he’d gone too far.


    <i>“</i><i>What </i><i>exactly </i><i>are </i><i>you </i><i>trying </i><i>to </i><i>do</i><i>!</i>”


    He walked over to me, fury in his eyes.


    <i>“</i><i>I </i><i>know </i><i>you’re </i><i>not </i><i>ming </i>me for <i>this! </i><i>She </i><i>used </i><i>Livie </i><i>of-</i>”


    <i>“</i><i>Livie </i>DID <i>do </i><i>it</i><i>!</i><i>” </i>


    The words came flying out of my mouth before I had a chance to stop them. Originally, I had no intention of telling my brothers, I was merely going to speak with Livie personally. Livie walked over to me, tears in her eyes.


    <i>“</i><i>Noah</i><i>, </i><i>why </i><i>would </i><i>you </i><i>say </i><i>that</i><i>.</i><i>” </i>


    I could never stand to see Livie cry, all I wanted to do was hug her and apologize, but I


    needed to be stern so that she wouldn’t make any more mistakes.


    <i>“</i><i>Livie</i><i>, </i><i>Mom </i><i>already </i><i>told </i><i>me </i><i>you </i><i>were </i><i>the </i><i>one </i><i>that gave </i><i>her </i><i>the </i><i>ne</i>.<i>” </i>


    Brian instantly jumped in.


    <i>“</i><i>So</i><i>, </i><i>what</i>! <i>Obviously </i><i>one </i>of <i>the </i><i>maids-</i>”


    I held my hand up interrupting Brian’s protest.


    “<i>There’s </i><i>no </i><i>way </i><i>a </i><i>maid </i><i>would </i><i>have </i><i>been </i><i>able </i><i>to </i><i>give </i><i>Livie </i><i>the </i><i>ne </i><i>before </i><i>or </i><i>after the </i>


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    move.<i>” </i>


    I looked at my sister, her eyes flooding with tears, she held her head down.


    <i>“</i>I’m <b>so </b>sorry.<b>” </b>


    Sobbing loudly, she wrapped her arms around me tightly.


    <i>“</i><i>Please </i><i>Noah</i><i>! </i><i>Forgive </i>me<i>! </i><i>I </i><i>didn’t </i><i>mean </i>for <i>it </i><i>to </i><i>go </i><i>that </i><i>far</i><i>! </i><i>I </i><i>was </i><i>just </i><i>so </i><i>mad </i><i>at </i><i>her </i><i>for </i><i>using </i>me <i>of </i><i>being pregnant</i><i>! My </i><i>virtue </i><i>means </i><i>everything </i><i>to </i><i>me</i><i>!</i><i>” </i>


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    Loud sobs began to choke Livie as she cry harder. Brian and Cole came rushing over, we all hugged and supported our Livie.


    <i>“</i><i>Livie</i>, <i>it’s </i><i>okay</i><i>! </i><i>What’s </i><i>done </i><i>is </i><i>done</i>. <i>Grd </i><i>will </i><i>just </i><i>have </i><i>to </i><i>get </i><i>over </i><i>it</i>.


    <i>“But </i><i>what </i><i>if </i><i>she </i><i>doesn’t </i><i>Brian</i><i>! </i><i>What </i><i>i</i><i>–</i><i>if</i><i>…</i><i>if</i><i>” </i>


    <i>“</i><i>She </i><i>will </i><i>Livie</i><i>! </i><i>We’ll </i><i>make </i><i>sure </i><i>she </i><i>does</i>!<i>” </i>


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    Cole tried his best to reassure her. We all hated seeing our sister in distress, I would have


    to find a way to make sure Grd forgave her.


    <b><i>Grd’s </i></b><b>POV</b><b>: </b>


    I arrived at the coffee shop about 9:30am. The events from that morning still had me agitated. I needed to calm myself down. I ordered myself an iced carameltte and waited for the attorney my new Grandad appointed me.


    After I left the estate, Teddy called me back letting me know what his n was.


    <i>“</i><i>Granddaughter</i><i>! </i><i>Were </i><i>you </i><i>able </i><i>to </i><i>get </i><i>my </i><i>message</i>.‘


    A bright smile formed on my lips as I waited for my rideshare.


    <i>“I </i><i>did</i><i>! </i><i>Though </i><i>I </i><i>was </i><i>a </i><i>little confused</i><i>.</i><i>” </i>


    I could hear Teddyughing slightly.


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    <i>“</i><i>Well</i>, I <i>most </i><i>certainly </i>assume so<i>, </i><i>but </i>I assure you…<i>it’s </i><i>full </i>proof as <i>long </i>as you <i>do </i><i>exactly </i><i>as </i>


    <i>I </i><i>say</i><i>!</i>”


    I listened to Teddy as heid out the n for me, he was right…it was good!


    Now, I sat waiting for the attorney to arrive. My father–inw hired someone directly


    from his firm.


    Thirty minutester, a tall older woman with blonde hair walked into the café. She had


    the kind of face that was beautiful but stern. You could tell she was no nonsense. She


    removed her sses, her short blonde hair ruffled as she slid them to her head. She


    looked around the café until she spotted me. I’d told Teddy to let her know I would be wearing an olive green dress with thin straps. As soon as she spotted me, she smiled. As


    she walked over, I immediately stood up. Reaching out her hand, she introduced herself.


    <i>“</i><i>Grd </i><i>Rochester</i>?”<fnae50> Th? link to the orig?n of this information r?sts ?n find[f]ovel</fnae50>


    I smiled and nodded.


    <i>“</i><i>Please </i><i>to </i><i>meet </i><i>you</i><i>! </i><i>I’m </i><i>Erin </i><i>Mascow</i><i>, </i><i>your </i><i>new </i><i>legal </i><i>counsel</i><i>.</i><i>” </i>
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