Chapter: 1247

Since her discharge from the hospital, Susanna had been living with Sean. This arrangement allowed her closeness to Phillip while Sean's frequent absences gave her a sense of freedom.

She dreaded the idea of returning home. Being around her parents and Nancy felt unsettling. A fissure had formed in her heart, one that was irreparable.

“Phillip, could you accompany me to visit my Grandpa later?" Susanna whispered into Phillip's ear, her breath warm, causing his ear to flush.

With playful mischief, she nibbled on his ear, drawing a sharp glance from him.

Her eyes gleamed triumphantly, silently challenging him.

Though Phillip longed to hold Susanna close and kiss her, he restrained himself in Sean's presence.

Instead, Phillip pinched Susanna's cheek lightly, a playful warning for later when they would be alone.

Sean turned slightly, his voice cold and stern. "The next time you engage in such public displays of affection in front of me, you'll need to find another ride."

Susanna playfully stuck out her tongue. "It won't happen again," she promised.

Their affectionate antics continued discreetly.

When the car stopped in the underground garage, Phillip was quick to open the door and took Susanna's hand, helping her out.

Sean slowly opened his eyes, casting a glance at the affectionate pair and clicked his tongue in irritation.

He could do little more than watch; after all, one was his sister and the other his assistant.

After entering the villa, Sean was greeted by a servant.

"Mr. Scott, Miss Harrison is here."

Before Sean could reply, Susanna breezed past him.

She had only become aware of the mysterious woman her brother was associated with during the last Wilson family banquet. Gossip—hungry tabloids in Glophia were always eager to delve into the scandals of the affluent.

Back then, though Sean had not officially introduced Norah as his girlfriend, her presence was well-known within Glophia's elite circles.

Marlene now occupied the position beside Sean that once belonged to Norah. This irked Susanna, who was determined to confront Marlene face-to-face.

In the living room, Marlene sat with impeccable posture, her hands resting on her knees. She occasionally cast glances towards the door.

Her attire was from a high-end designer label, pristine white and flawless. Her long hair fell gracefully over her shoulders, accented by a chic hair clip near her ear.

The outfit she wore was worth tens of thousands of dollars, a sum she could hardly have fathomed before. Yet, in the wake of her association with Sean, her wildest dreams had materialized.

At the sound of footsteps at the entrance, Marlene's eyes sparkled with anticipation. She rose, hopeful it was Sean.

However, her excitement waned as a young woman entered instead.