Noah Smith smiled at her. “What’s wrong with the younger me?”

“You were just like a fool back then. You lost to me in all the games we played, or to be exact, you lost to me in everything, dumbo.” Catherine Batton hissed with a disgusted face.

The smile on Noah’s face beamed wider. He simply started the engine of the car without saying anything, speeding down the road toward the hospital. “Mary Sullivan… I’d be damned if I’m going to let her get away with that.”

Catherine nodded in agreement.