The Triplets My Ex Never Knew About novel Chapter 57

Chapter 57: Chapter 57: Noelle Lockwood, You’re the Real Country Bumpkin, You’re Not a Lockwood by Blood

Estelle Lockwood gave a slow smile and raised an eyebrow. "You’re going to teach me?"

In front of everyone, Noelle Lockwood put on a gentle and demure smile. "That’s right. Something like equestrianism is hard to pick up without a teacher. But I’ve been learning since I was little, so I can give Miss Yara a few pointers."

Estelle Lockwood’s smile widened. "Is that so?" she said nonchalantly. "But even if Miss Lockwood can ride, she’s not a professional instructor. What happens if I get hurt?"

People nearby had started to turn and watch.

Noelle Lockwood’s voice was gentle, yet every word she spoke dripped with condescension and scorn.

"You don’t need to worry about that, Miss Yara. I’ve taught my older sister equestrianism before, though she never quite managed to learn it..."

Estelle Lockwood’s voice turned cold. "If Miss Lockwood couldn’t even teach her own sister, I can’t say I have much faith in you as an instructor."

Noelle Lockwood gave a helpless smile.

Someone next to her immediately stepped forward to speak.

"Miss Yara, you’ve misunderstood. It wasn’t that Miss Noelle is a bad teacher, it’s that Estelle Lockwood was just too stupid!"

A number of minor investors were present today, each having brought a date.

Although the Lockwood Group was on the decline, to people like them, it was still an untouchable giant. They were all trying to curry favor and get noticed by Noelle Lockwood.

"Miss Noelle tried so hard back then! But that Estelle Lockwood couldn’t even get on a horse. It was a complete waste of Miss Noelle’s efforts!"

"Exactly. I’d never seen such a country bumpkin. It was mortifying. She had none of the grace of a wealthy family’s daughter. If no one had told me she was the Lockwood Family’s true heiress, I would’ve thought she was from the slums."

"That day, Estelle Lockwood fell off her horse several times. No matter how Miss Noelle taught her, she just couldn’t learn. Utterly hopeless. But you, President Lockwood, you’re different. You..."

The man was trying to flatter Yara by comparing her with Estelle, looking quite pleased with his own cleverness, when Estelle coolly cut him off. "And how would you know Estelle Lockwood is ’utterly hopeless’? Were you there?"

The man froze, stammering, "W-well, I wasn’t there, but... that’s what everyone says..."

Estelle Lockwood sneered. "So you believe anything you hear? If I told you your son wasn’t yours, would you believe that?"

The man’s throat tightened, and he didn’t dare say another word.

"Alright, that’s enough. Please stop. My sister isn’t as bad as you all think."

Noelle Lockwood quickly stepped forward, her voice soft and placating. "Miss Yara, you’ve misunderstood. That’s not what they meant."

"It’s just that my sister grew up in the countryside and was never exposed to things like equestrianism, so she was afraid to ride. People felt that... she couldn’t live up to the title of a Lockwood daughter. That’s why..."

"Noelle Lockwood, now that’s something I don’t quite understand," Estelle Lockwood began slowly.

"The Lockwood Family’s true heiress grew up in the countryside, was never exposed to equestrianism, so people think she isn’t fit to be a Lockwood."

"But logically speaking, Miss Noelle Lockwood, you’re the one who should have grown up in the countryside. You’re the one who should’ve had no chance to learn equestrianism, the one who should be considered crude and unworthy of the Lockwood name. Isn’t that right?"

Estelle paused, then made a show of a sudden realization. "Oh, no, that’s not right. How could I say such a thing."

"The Lockwood Family’s true heiress may have grown up in the country, but she’s connected to the family by blood, so it’s only right she was brought back. But without that whole switched-at-birth scandal, Miss Noelle Lockwood, you wouldn’t have even been able to get a foot in the Lockwood’s door. You might have spent your entire life in that ’countryside’ you so despise."

Estelle asked with a smirk, "After stealing eighteen years of her life, you turn around and call her ’crude, unable to learn the etiquette of high society, a country bumpkin’... You don’t actually believe you’re a good person, do you?"

The words were like a sharp, undisguised slap across Noelle Lockwood’s face.

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