Noelle was carried out of the area littered with broken shards and placed on the couch.
Cedric tilted his head down to look at her.
"Next time, when I say don't move, don't move. If you're not going to use your brain, don't run around!" he scolded Noelle.
She lowered her head. "Well, I didn't expect to bump into the vase!"
Noelle's face grew warmer, and she was thankful for the blackout. Otherwise, it would have been awkward for him to see how red she had turned.
Cedric was her mentor and friend. Because of her impure thoughts about him, she was suddenly self-conscious about their sudden physical closeness.
Cedric pulled out his phone and made a call, his tone icy. "Find out what caused the outage in this area."
Noelle looked around at the darkness, and her eyes finally landed on Cedric. The only light source there was the faint glow of his phone.
She asked, "Where's Alfred? Didn't he come back with you?"
"He went drinking. He won't be back tonight."
"And you didn't go with him?" Noelle knew that going to bars was a common way for adults to unwind, especially the wealthy. Her brothers at the Liddell family often did it, too, primarily for networking.
Cedric's reply was simple. "Too noisy."
Noelle wasn't surprised at his reply. He always seemed to prefer quiet.
Noelle became curious. "I'm curious. You're so reserved, but Alfred is loud and outgoing. How did you two become such close friends?"
Cedric was the polar opposite of Alfred. Logically speaking, it would be hard for them to become good friends.
Cedric thought about it momentarily before responding, "My grandmother always said that I was too quiet. She told me to make friends with someone talkative so I wouldn't become a mute."
His words amused Noelle, and her curiosity deepened. "So, you've known Alfred since you were kids?"
Cedric paused, realizing he had said more than intended. "Why do you ask?"
"Of course!" Noelle's reply was firm and cold.
Cedric swallowed hard, his throat tight. "Have you ever thought about finding them?"
"The person responsible ran away. They even found a scapegoat to take the blame. The Liddell family searched for years but came up with nothing."
Noelle wanted to find the real culprit who caused her parents' death.
Cedric's voice reached her again. "If you ever find out who it was…"
"I'll make sure they pay for what they did!" Noelle's voice was filled with unwavering determination. She had made sure that she would find the real culprit behind the accident.
Cedric remained seated on the couch and didn't move. He found it difficult even to breathe.
After a while of silence, Noelle broke it. "When will the power come back on?"
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