Chapter: 1571

He quickly turned to comfort Norah. "Honey, I need to take care of something. Why don't you freshen up first?”

Norah asked with a slight smile, “What? Am I not allowed to be privy to your conversation? You have been keeping your identity as the leader of Sacredice secret from me, haven't you?"

The three Deacons exchanged uneasy glances. It was clear now-Norah had uncovered Sean's deception.

Xenia, eyes shimmering with unshed tears, lifted her head. “Mr. Scott, I've never forgotten your kindness since the day you saved me. Now, finally, by your side, I must thank you properly.”

But Sean's attention was fixed solely on Norah; he couldn't hear a word from Xenia.

“Kelvin, control your subordinate.”

Kelvin stiffened as the weight of Sean's displeasure settled over him.

Trembling slightly, he approached Xenia and gripped her arm. “Mr. Scott is in no mood right now. You should leave."

Xenia had always been compliant. Cold to inferiors, warm to those above her-a balance that made her presence here acceptable. But now she had crossed a line.

Kelvin knew it was his oversight. He should've warned Xenia beforehand.

Xenia jerked away, her face flushed with frustration. "I haven't finished speaking! Mr. Scott, I have always admired—"

Before she could continue, Kelvin clamped a hand over her mouth, dragging her from the room. The other two quickly followed, mumbling excuses before departing.

The large room fell silent, leaving only Norah and Sean. Norah crossed her arms, a sly smile playing on her lips. "So, this is what you've been trying to hide? Now I know."

The light overhead illuminated Sean's sharp features. His dark eyes were focused entirely on her. “I didn't want to scare you, honey. The truth is... I am the leader of the Sacredice."

Norah swallowed hard.

The Sacredice wasn't just any organization but an entity steeped in mystery and power. She had once considered turning to them for answers about her parents.

“If you're the leader of the Sacredice, does that mean the whole organization is yours?" she asked.

Sean shook his head. “Not exactly. I manage the Sacredice, but it's not mine. It was founded by my father. I don’t even know when. I was sent abroad as a child to learn what it meant to lead both the Sacredice and the Scott family. When I came of age, I took over both and my father left to travel the world with my mother.”

Norah's heart ached for him. He had borne such immense responsibility from such a young age. Running both the Sacredice and the Scott family couldn't have been easy.

She murmured, “Sean, you've done an incredible job.”

He looked at her, surprised. “You don't blame me? I was the one who ordered not to take on your case back then.”

In this moment of truth, he felt it was only right to confess everything.

"I did investigate your parents but found nothing. That's why no one from the Sacredice accepted the Wilson family’s request."

“I see," she said softly.