Chapter: 67

The distance between their respective villas was deceptively long, requiring over half an hour on foot.

Concerned for Norah's health, especially since she was recovering from a cold, Susanna turned to Sean, who wore a stoic expression, and said, "Sean, perhaps you should drive her?"

Norah waved dismissively, saying, "No need. Philip can take me." She saw no reason to impose on Sean for a ride.

However, Sean was already on his feet, car keys in hand, and said, “Let's head out." He then walked toward the door.

Susanna gave them both a mischievous look, urging Norah, “Quickly, Norah. Don't keep him waiting!" She knew it! Something was brewing between them.

As Norah stepped outside, she saw a sleek black car waiting at the entrance.

Sean, with his arm resting on the window ledge, gazed at her intensely as he rolled down the window.

Norah slid into the passenger seat and buckled up, sitting up straight. “Thank you, Mr. Scott." Her words were a gesture of gratitude for the lift back home.

"Don't mention it."

Hand poised on the wheel, Sean responded indifferently, “It's us who should be thanking you."

“Mr. Scott, no need to thank me. Your payment was sufficient." Norah faced him, curiosity in her tone, saying, “I've heard you employ some of the best lawyers. Mr. Scott, could you recommend one to me?"

Sean, eyes on the road, produced a business card. "This person should be able to assist."

Norah accepted the card, noting it belonged to a lawyer specializing in civil, marital, and inheritance law with the name as Calan Mendez.

Norah gripped the business card firmly and uttered, "Mr. Scott, thank you."

"Was it because of Derek that caught you out in the rain?"

The car slowed down.

“If there's anything you need, just let me know." Sean offered his help without prying further and said, "I'm here if you need anything.”

Norah realized he held more sway than she had initially thought.

"I hope to see you in better spirits next time."

With a deep inhale, Norah flashed a bright smile and said, “Definitely. Well, goodbye, Mr. Scott."

Meanwhile, in the dim room, Derek tilted to the side to read the messages on his phone.

Norah had texted him messages asking about his whereabouts.

He scrunched his brows, pondering over his grandmother's advice. Was Norah really fond of him?

Norah had always been there for him, following him, looking after him.