<b>Chapter </b>142
<b><i>Noah’s </i></b><b>POV</b><b>: </b>
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It’s been almost three months since Grd left with the Christiansens. I can still
remember that day as it lingered in my brain like the smell of rotten fruit. Grd left with those people without a single word. Fury burned through my parents as the doors
closed behind her and the Christiansens.
<i>“</i><i>That </i><i>little </i><i>bitch</i><i>! </i><i>How </i><i>dare </i><i>she </i><i>embarrass </i>us like <i>that</i><i>!</i><i>” </i>
My mother scream as she threw a ss against the wall causing everyone to jump back.
<i>“</i><i>Calm </i><i>down </i><i>Sharon</i><i>!</i><i>” </i>
<i>“</i><i>Calm </i><i>down</i><i>! Calm </i><i>down</i><i>! </i><i>We </i><i>just </i><i>got </i><i>made </i><i>a </i><i>fool </i><i>of </i><i>in </i><i>front </i><i>of </i><i>the </i><i>world’s </i><i>most </i><i>powerful </i><i>family</i><i>! </i><i>How </i><i>can </i><i>I </i><i>calm </i><i>down</i><i>!</i><i>” </i>
I could tell my father was reaching his breaking point. In all honesty, I was irritated with
them both. Theirplete disregard in front of the very family Grd was marrying into was nothing short of pathetic. What’s worse, I no longer felt the Christiansens shared the same sentiments about Grd that we all did. The way they looked at her, it was
as if the sun shined out of her. When Lady Christiansen referred to Grd as ‘our daughter‘, I could hear the deliberate tone in her words. It was as if they were iming
Grd.
Brian decided to speak up.
<i>“</i><i>I </i><i>don’t </i><i>give </i>a <i>shit </i><i>how </i><i>powerful </i><i>they </i><i>are</i>. <i>What </i><i>right </i><i>did </i><i>they have </i><i>to </i><i>treat </i>us <i>as </i><i>if </i><i>WE </i><i>were </i><i>the </i><i>ones </i>less <i>than </i><i>Grd </i><i>of </i><i>all </i><i>people</i><i>.</i><i>” </i>
For once my fool of a brother was right. You could clearly tell the Christiansens held a low regard for us while they beamed with joy over Grd. It didn’t make sense.
<i>“</i><i>Am </i><i>I </i><i>the </i><i>only </i><i>one </i><i>that </i><i>felt </i><i>like </i><i>they </i><i>may </i><i>have </i><i>already </i><i>known </i><i>Grd</i><i>? </i><i>I </i><i>mean</i>, <i>she </i><i>never </i><i>exactly </i><i>told </i><i>us </i>HOW <i>she </i><i>received </i><i>that </i><i>proposal</i><i>.</i><i>” </i>
Cole looked over at me and dad, suddenly, dad saying it didn’t matter how she received that proposal became the biggest form of irony.
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<i>“</i><i>It </i>doesn’t matter anymore. <i>She’s </i>gone. <i>Let’s </i><i>all </i><i>move </i>on. <i>When </i><i>they </i><i>send </i><i>the </i><i>wedding </i>invitation, <i>just </i><i>pretend </i><i>she’s </i><i>apart </i><i>of </i>our <i>family </i><i>that </i><i>day</i><i>. </i><i>We </i>don’t want to piss <i>the </i><i>Christiansens </i><i>off </i>anymore than <i>we </i><i>already </i><i>have</i>.”
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With that, father left the room. Mother looked over at me, her eyes filled with anger and traces of sadness. What could she be sad about?
<i>“</i><i>Did </i><i>you </i><i>hear </i><i>the </i><i>way </i><i>that </i><i>woman </i><i>called </i><i>her </i><i>daughter</i><i>! </i><i>That </i><i>little</i><i>…</i><i>first </i><i>the </i><i>woman </i><i>that </i><i>stole </i>
<i>her </i><i>and </i><i>now</i>…”
Her words trailed off as she stormed out of the room. Could she be upset about Grd being close to another woman? The thought of that seemed unlikely, but if that wasn’t
the case…
Suddenly, Olivia spoke. Throughout the entire situation, she remained the quietest. Her
face had an unusual expression; I wasn’t quite sure what to make of it. She smiled warily.
<i>“</i><i>Well</i><i>, </i><i>if </i><i>the </i><i>Christiansens </i>do <i>care </i><i>about </i><i>Grd</i><i>, </i><i>I </i><i>hope she </i><i>has </i><i>a </i><i>happy </i><i>life</i><i>, </i><i>even </i><i>if </i><i>her </i><i>husband </i>is <i>a </i><i>vegetable</i><i>.</i><i>” </i>
For some reason, her words didn’t match her expression. She motioned for Jonathan to
follow her as she left the room.
<i>“</i><i>Do </i><i>you </i><i>think </i><i>they </i><i>care </i><i>about </i><i>her</i><i>?</i><i>” </i>
Brian asked me with a worried look on his face. I knew why he was worried; it finally began to dawn on him that Grd could tell the Christiansens everything. A thought that had been haunting me from the moment they arrived.
<i>“</i><i>I </i><i>don’t </i>see how <i>they </i><i>could</i><i>. </i><i>There’s </i><i>no </i><i>way </i><i>she </i><i>could </i><i>have </i><i>met </i><i>them </i>prior, I’m <i>not </i><i>sure </i><i>how </i><i>or why </i><i>they </i><i>chose </i><i>to </i><i>marry </i><i>her </i>to <i>their </i><i>son</i>. <i>I’m </i><i>going </i>to <i>do </i><i>some </i><i>digging </i><i>to </i><i>find </i><i>out</i><i>. </i><i>In </i><i>the </i><i>meantime</i><i>, </i><i>not </i><i>a </i><i>word </i><i>of </i><i>her </i>or <i>this </i><i>to </i><i>ANYBODY</i><i>!</i><i>” </i>
Both Cole and Brian nodded in agreement. Until we got more information<b>, </b>we needed to hold off on bragging about Grd bing a Christiansen.
“<i>Still</i><i>, </i><i>it </i><i>was </i><i>pretty </i><i>rude </i>of <i>her </i>to <i>leave </i><i>without </i><i>even </i>so <i>much </i>as a <i>goodbye</i><i>. </i><i>She </i><i>didn’t </i><i>even </i><i>look </i><i>in </i><i>our </i><i>direction</i>. <i>We </i><i>are </i><i>her </i><i>family </i><i>after </i><i>all</i><i>.</i><i>” </i>
Cole’s words gave me mixed feelings. Were we her family? In the seven years Grd
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had been here, I couldn’t remember one family act we had with her. Perhaps her anger was warranted, though that didn’t give her the right to disrespect us.
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She’s gone now. Time move forward.
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Now, it’s been three months since her departure, and the realization has been hitting hard. The school year had just started at the University for both Brian and Livie and they
were already on the verge of academic probation.