Chapter: 1327

She didn't want to talk about it until everything was resolved. With Gilda and the others around, she felt she could handle the situation.

With this in mind, she said, "I need to step out for a while, Gilda. You can carry on with what you were doing."

Gilda, standing at the door, pushed it open and stepped inside, no longer needing to conceal her presence.

Sean gripped the wheelchair's handles and asked, “Can't I join you?"

Staying calm and composed, Norah replied, "Sean, this is a personal matter that I need to handle. I'll update you once it's resolved."

With that, she gently removed his hand and offered him a reassuring smile before adding, “Don't worry, everything's under control."

After they left the hospital room, Sean sat on the couch, looking frustrated.

Susanna quietly entered from the doorway and said, “Norah has her own things to take care of. Don't let it bother you."

She had overheard their conversation and guessed her brother felt hurt.

“Why can Marlin go, but not me?" Sean replied coldly.

Clearly, Marlin was the source of his irritation again.

“Just ask Norah later. It's nothing to stress over," Susanna said.

Sean had to admit he was envious. Their relationship had been improving, yet Norah still chose to go out with Marlin, making him feel sidelined as her boyfriend.

But then, why couldn't she confide in him?

“Everyone has their secrets. As long as they don't damage the relationship, sometimes it's best to let things be and bring them up at the right moment," Susanna told him.

Susanna gave Sean a quick pat on the shoulder. “Alright, Phillip's calling me. I have to go."

She wasn't exactly the best at offering comfort, so making a quick exit was probably for the best.

Sean remained seated for a moment longer, allowing his anger to dissipate gradually.

Eventually, he stood up, his gaze falling on the tangled mess of pillows and blankets strewn across the bed. He sighed and began to straighten them out.

As he tidied up, he turned his attention to the cluttered bedside table. When he pulled open a drawer, he came across a stack of documents.

"What's this?" he wondered.

The documents had been carelessly tossed into the drawer. He pulled them out, assuming that important papers wouldn't be so haphazardly stored.

"A DNA test between someone named Huntley Frazier and Norah? They are related?"

He frowned, perplexed by the results. Why would Norah need a DNA test?