Chapter: 745

Now reliant on Coen's assistance, he felt compelled to respect Madeline's decisions. Since Madeline wanted Kathy to stay, he would let her stay a bit longer.

As he mulled over the intimidating Andrews family, a headache began to form. The thought lingered that his family could indeed face bankruptcy if things didn't change.

His phone's ring cut through the air.

He answered it with a touch of irritation. “Who is it?"

After a short pause, his tone shifted to one of disbelief and excitement. "Really? Someone's actually willing to invest fifty million into the company? Oh my!"

It felt like a miracle had just landed in his lap, and Derek couldn't contain his elation.

"Give me their contact details. I'll get in touch with them myself!"

With fifty million, he could steer the company back to its former glory.

Norah, if she knew about the Carter family's current predicament, would likely be overjoyed.

She had wanted Bryson to tighten the screws on the Carter family business. She wondered how long the Carters' business could survive still with their little finances in such a state.

With Bryson involved, she was convinced the Carter business wouldn't hold up much longer.

She almost relished the thought of Derek being reduced to begging on the streets.

Meanwhile, Kathy harbored grand illusions about joining the prestigious Andrews family-such a fantastical dream.

"Norah, Mom and Dad want you to come home for dinner tonight."

“Auntie, I miss you."

Fresh from work, Norah bumped into Luna and Shayla in the hospital lobby. Shayla clung to her leg, looked up, and sweetly called her name.

As Nora observed Shayla's pale face, her face grew dark with concern.

“Why haven't you taken Shayla to see a doctor yet?"

"Norah, what are you implying?"

Luna's voice rose in anger. “My daughter adores you, yet you hope she's ill. What is wrong with you?"

She vividly recalled the first time she introduced Shayla to Norah.

Norah had advised a hospital visit for a lung checkup, but she hadn't taken it to heart.

In her eyes, Norah wasn't omniscient; she couldn't diagnose someone just by looking at them. Perhaps it was merely an attempt to frighten her.

Her daughter was the picture of health; it was unthinkable that she could be ill.