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Justin had a look of bewilderment in his deep-set eyes.Why was he asking about his son instead after approaching him?
Without any change in his expression, he replied nonchalantly, âHeâs back first. Is something wrong?â
The operation had taken six hours and it was already one oâclock in the morning. Pete had originally planned to stick it out, but after all he was still young and couldnât take it.
So Justin had sent someone to take him home first.
âIs he gone?â
Nora immediately lost interest. She withdrew her gaze and returned to her lazy posture. âNo, itâs nothing, why are you still here?â
Justin slowly straightened up and looked at her intently. The beauty mark in his eye looked a little more bewitching in the light and his voice was low and seductive as he replied, âIâm waiting for you.â
ââ¦â
It was late in the evening. Moonlight shone through the windows in the quiet hallway. The man was now a little close to her after straightening his back, making the atmosphere seem somewhat amorous.
In that instant, Nora came to form the misconception that the man was flirting with her.
She shook her head slightly to rid herself of the distracting thoughts. Then she laughed softly and said, âItâs understandable that the patientâs family is worried about her. Donât worry, Mrs. Hunt will be fine.â
He pulled out his cell phone and checked his text messages. âThe Andersons have sent someone to pick me up. Iâll go first.â
The woman turned around cleanly after saying that. When she walked, it was as if she was lazy to even lift her legs. The way she walked was definitely not graceful; in fact, she even felt a bit lazy. However, she wasnât slow and her view from behind was intriguing.
Justin, who was a step behind, followed her.
He did not doubt the abilities of the person he had encountered. He was confident that he had done a good job.
Besides, he had waited here precisely because he intended to send her personally to the Andersonsâ home.
But, unexpectedly, just after turning the corner, he saw the woman with her cell phone in her hand and making a call. Her voice was a little low as she said, âInvestigate Justin for me.â
Justin was puzzled.
He stopped in his tracks. At that moment there was actually some puzzlement and bewilderment in his usually cold and hard countenance.
After so many years of immersion in the world of commerce, he could almost see through everyoneâs thoughts. However, that woman was the only person who seemed to be covered by a magical veil. Her form was vague and enchanting, he could not see through her at all.
For example, wasnât she a bit too fickle? She had been cold and indifferent towards him, both the night before and now, and yet she was having someone investigate him a moment later?
He didnât go after her again, and neither did Nora notice the man behind her. After another lap, she continued and said a second line, âI want all the information about your son.â
On the other end of the call, Soloâs mind was full of questions. âWhy are you looking for his son, I see, you want to be his stepmom, donât you? I told you Justin is someone handsome first class, didnât I? Surely you canât control yourself anymore after seeing him, can you? Tell me, is he especially handsome?â
The light in Noraâs eyes flickered.
Was he handsome?
The way he had looked on the couch the night before, when he was obviously drugged and still very restrained, was indeed quite seductive.
She replied dispassionately, âHeâs passable.â
He just whistled and said, âTsk, in all the years Iâve known you, there are only a few that you consider passable. I think you two have a chance! What do you thinkâ¦?â
Nora interrupted him and said, âI expect to see the information in my mailbox when I wake up.â
Solo replied, ââ¦. Okay.â
After hanging up, she climbed into the car the Andersons had sent to pick her up. Not in the mood to admire the New York night scenery, she closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep in a daze.
âMiss Smith? Miss Smith?â
When a groggy Nora opened her eyes, she discovered that she had already arrived at the Andersonsâ house. The car had stopped on the porch and the small three-story villa was brightly lit. It was evident that its occupants were still awake.
Nora yawned and looked at the time as she got out of the car, then checked that it was already two oâclock in the morning.
The Anderson Villa was decorated in a simple European style. As soon as she entered, she was greeted by a simple and refreshing aura.
Four people were sitting on the sofa. An elderly woman in her late 80s sat in the center. The years had left their marks of vicissitude on her face and her eyes looked straight ahead blankly. She asked, âIs he here, why do I hear the car?â
Melissa, who was sitting to the left, smiled softly and said, âItâs here!â.
Elderly Mrs. Anderson immediately stood up, excited. She stretched her arm forward and clung to her as she shouted, âNora? Youâre Nora, arenât you, you look just like your mother?â
A young woman sat down to her right. She looked to be in her early twenties and looked a little like Melissa, and there was a certain grace in her large eyes. She held onto Elder Mrs. Andersonâs arm and said, âGrandma, Nora is the spitting image of her mother. She looks just like her.â
Melissa laughed and said, âYou say that like youâve met your aunt before.â
At the time, when the Andersonsâ oldest daughter had run away from home, Melissa had not yet married Simon. Even after the wedding, she saw more pictures of Noraâs mother than her actual person.
Sheril Anderson stuck her tongue out at him and replied, âEven though I didnât know her, we are connected by blood. I felt a sense of kinship with Nora as soon as I saw her.â
âMeh, what a sycophant.â The young man sitting across from the three of them was probably a college student. His handsome face was full of wantonness and incontinence.
Sheril ignored him and instead stepped forward. Then, she gently drew Nora toward Mrs. Anderson and placed her hand on the older womanâs hand.
Nora was a little surprised.
She had grown up with the Smiths. As a child, she had always been ridiculed for being obese. Also, because of her poor health, she didnât go out much and stayed in her room all the time.
At first she would go downstairs to eat all three times a day, but later Wendy got someone to bring her food upstairs, so she no longer had to leave her room to eat.
As a child, she was a lonely person. I used to envy how happy the family of three seemed. Whenever I saw Angela clinging to Henry and cajoling him, I also expected love from her family.
But the way Henry looked at her with disgust every time made Nora gradually lose that desire.
Thus, she focused on other aspects, such as hacking, medicine, martial arts, and so on.
Therefore, she was rarely so intimate with people.
However, the unpleasantness he had imagined did not come. The old womanâs hands were a bit soft due to her loose skin, but the dry warmth of her palms seemed to penetrate the aloof disguise she had put on.
âNoraâ¦â
The old woman was so excited that her hands were shaking. âYouâve had such a hard time all these years!â
ââ¦â
Seeing that Nora didnât know what to do, Melissa said, âMom, Nora is back. Itâs already two a.m. Why donât we go to bed first? We can talk tomorrow instead.â
âOkay, okayâ¦â Elder Mrs. Anderson wiped away her tears and said, âNora, you must be tired too. Go to bed for now.â
Melissa had Sheril carry the old lady to her bedroom while Nora followed her upstairs. Melissa said, âWeâve kept your motherâs room intact all these years. Now that youâre back, you can occupy her room. Cherry is already asleep.â
âOkay.â
âBy the way, Nora, I didnât tell anyone that Mr. Hunt asked you to go to the hospital to operate on his grandmother. I was afraid they would worry.â
Nora didnât want to reveal her identity either. She just wanted to stay here quietly for a few days. Once Elder Mrs. Hunt woke up, she would go back to California to get her son.
She nodded her head.
Since she was too tired, she didnât even glance around the room and went straight to bed.
The next morning, as soon as she woke up, she saw Melissa in a panic outside her door. She said to her, âNora, something has gone wrong at the hospital!â.
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