The Billionaire’s Fight For Redemption (Noah and Sierra) novel Chapter 390

The awkward conversation from yesterday keeps replaying in my mind. To be honest, I never expected that Adrian and I would reach a point where we have nothing to talk about, but things change, and so do people.

After everything I’ve been through, I’ve come to find comfort in silence. I observe more than I speak, and honestly, what’s the point of talking unless I actually have something meaningful to say? If it’s not important, I’d rather remain quiet.

Mom thinks I’ve become withdrawn. She believes I’m hiding my pain, but that’s because she doesn’t want to accept this version of me. She doesn’t want to accept that people change.

She’s not the only one. I saw the way Noah kept looking at me, like he was trying to figure out what was different. He kept trying to get me to talk, but unlike Mom and Lilly, he didn’t seem like he was trying to bring back who I used to be. If anything, it felt like he was trying to understand who I am now, trying to find a way to connect with this version of me instead.

Sighing, I drop onto the couch, letting my head fall back for a moment. I can hear Mom moving around in the kitchen, keeping herself busy like she always does.

As much as I appreciate being under her care, I know I can’t stay like this. I need to start doing something. I need to be part of the search for Valarie, but I also need to have something of my own by the time we find her. Noah has accepted her, yes, but I don’t want to depend on him. I want to be able to stand on my own, to provide for her without relying on anyone else.

With that in mind, I reach for a notebook and a pen. The proposal isn’t going to write itself, and even though I didn’t fully understand it back when Lilly tried to teach me and even found it boring at the time, I can now see just how important it is.

My phone rings just as I’m about to write the first word and I pick it up after the first ring.

“Hey, Lilly,” I mumble into the phone.

There’s a small pause before she replies, “Hi, babe. How are you feeling today?”

I sigh. I’ve come to hate that question, because no matter how many times I tell them I’m alright, they never really believe me. They just keep asking it again and again, like one day the answer will change.

“I’m fine, Lilly,” I say gently. “You don’t have to keep asking me that.”

“I know, but I’m worried about you,” she replies, her voice softer now, “ These past few months haven’t exactly been easy.”

I let out a slow breath. “They haven’t, but that doesn’t mean they’ve completely broken me.”

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