Chapter 233
Chapter 233:
Noelle had sensed Brock following them for a while, choosing not to acknowledge him until now.
Her eyes turned cold, her voice sharp as ice. “Who I decide to mentor is my choice alone. You have no say in it. What makes you think you can dictate my decisions p>
Shaking his head with frantic energy, Brock cried out, his eyes swollen and glossy with tears, teetering on the edge of a breakdown. “NoMo, I’m your student! I’ve always been the only one—you said so p>
Yet now, Noelle refused to acknowledge him as her student. Worse still, she was ready to offer that honor to someone new.
Every word from her mouth felt like another crack ripping through his chest. Noelle’s voice came cold and flat, her lovely features unreadable, stripped of warmth.
“Brock, I’ll only say this once more. Whatever existed between us as mentor and student is finished. You are forbidden from calling yourself my student again. Whether at the present or in the future, you will never be my one and only student p>
Hearing that final verdict, Brock felt as though something had torn his heart from his chest and dashed it to pieces on the cold floor.
A raw emptiness settled inside him, as though winter wind now blew through a gaping wound where his heart should be, every nerve frozen in place. Tears spilled freely, running down his cheeks as he choked on his own sobs.
“Noelle, yell at me, banish me—if that’s the punishment I deserve, I’ll take it. But please, I beg you… Don’t replace me. Don’t give someone else what you once gave me p>
The day NoMo had chosen him above all others, granting him the title of her sole student, had been the brightest in his entire life.
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That single belief had pulled him from darkness, guiding him out of despair.
Now, all of it was gone, every last hope crumbling to dust.
Responsibility for this mess rested solely on his own shoulders. Whatever misery clung to him now, he recognized it as well-deserved.
Clinging to a last shred of hope, Brock reached out, desperate to grasp Noelle’s hand as if it were the only thing keeping him afloat.
His words trembled with remorse. “Noelle, all of this is on me. I’m sorry. I know I wronged you… Please, don’t give someone else that title. Just let me try—let me do something to make up for what I’ve done. I beg you p>
The weight of his debt to Noelle felt endless.
Nothing he offered could ever tip the scales back to even.
A sharp, warning glint flashed in Noelle’s eyes. Before Brock could touch her, she sidestepped, her voice cutting through the air. “Don’t lay a hand on me p>
His hand hung in the air, fingers stiff with shame before he slowly let it drop.
Turning away, Noelle gave Jaxton a brief, silent signal. “Let’s go p>