Chapter: 657

Sean always showed patience with Norah, letting the matter slide without further comment.

He softly touched her forehead and reminded her, “Remember this."

Sean secretly decided not to explain why he was upset next time. He wanted to see if she could figure it out on her own.

Norah responded confidently, "I'll make sure to remember."

As they leaned in for a kiss, Norah's phone interrupted them. It was Gilda.

Norah quickly sat up and exclaimed, "I need to take this call." She ran to the bathroom to answer the phone.

A silver business card slipped off the sofa. Sean picked it up and saw the words "the Wilson family" imprinted on it.

Hadn't Norah mentioned that she had no connections with the Wilson family in Glophia? Why then did she have this business card?

Was she involved with the Wilson family again? Should he secretly assist the Wilson family? Sean pondered, feeling puzzled.

In the bathroom, Norah answered, “Hello? Gilda."

“Miss Norah, the people from Sacredice concluded their investigation, claiming they couldn't find anything."

Gilda sounded sad. They had looked into everything they could, and Sacredice was their last hope.

Now that the people from the Sacredice had no leads, did that mean the car accident involving Calvin and Bernice was really not man-made?

Norah's hand tightened around the phone. She still firmly believed it couldn't just be an accident.

The car crash that killed her parents was obviously planned.

She couldn't accept it as a mere accident.

"Miss Norah, Iker has returned everything he took. He also mentioned that you should visit home more often when you can."

After hanging up, Norah scoffed. The Sacredice was supposed to be the top intelligence organization, yet they had let her down.

If the Sacredice couldn't find any leads, she decided she would have to do it herself.

Initially, Iker and his family were hesitant to have her return to the manor, but now they encouraged her to visit more frequently.

Norah suspected they were plotting something.

Norah emerged with a stern expression, and Sean placed the business card on the small table before asking, "What's going on?"

"It's fine. I've got it under control."

She lowered her gaze and noticed the business card on the table.