Chapter: 747

If it turned out Shayla was not ill, Luna could return, armed with the medical report, ready to confront Norah and prove her wrong!

While Shayla underwent her CT scan, Luna expressed frustration about the hospital's insistence on extensive testing. She questioned whether Shayla's mild nighttime cough justified such a rigorous approach.

Nonetheless, the prospect of decisively proving Norah wrong eased her mind slightly, making the ordeal seem less burdensome.

Upon receiving the scan results, the doctor issued a stern rebuke.

"Your daughter's illness is very serious. Why didn't you bring her in sooner?"

Gripping the report tightly, Luna responded in a flustered tone, "What? I didn't notice anything unusual about Shayla. Doctor, what should we do now?"

“Start with an IV drip and go fill out the paperwork."

If Norah had known about Luna's visit to the hospital, she would have sighed in relief that Shayla's condition was still manageable and that Luna was not too foolish or obstinate.

After getting home, Norah noticed a message from JW.

“Task completed. If there's anything else you need help with, just let me know."

A faint smile crossed her lips. JW had proven himself to be a remarkably sincere friend. "Thanks."

She had logged on specifically to express her gratitude to JW for his assistance the previous night. With the rumor-mongers now dealt with, she felt a sense of relief and was ready to continue her vigilance over her uncle's family. Her goal was to unveil their secrets gradually.

These endeavors required patience and meticulous planning.

After work on Friday, Joanna and Susanna invited Norah and Alice to the Glamour Club.

By eight o'clock that evening, they were all gathered at the club, ready for the night ahead.

The brilliant neon lights danced across the room, twinkling and spinning as they illuminated the lively crowd below. Handsome men and beautiful women moved with abandon on the dance floor, swept up in the thumping rhythm of the music, their energy fueling the night's revelry.

Onstage, the band Dream captured the crowd's attention, playing their original songs with a vigor that drove the whole venue's atmosphere.

Under the dim lights, Joanna squinted to get a better look at the performers. Turning to Norah, she commented with a tone of admiration, "Norah, since the Rosy Secret was out of the picture, Dream has really come into its own. You really have a knack for spotting talent. Choosing Zeke to lead was nothing short of brilliant."

Susanna nodded, her voice a mix of respect and envy as she took a sip of her drink. "Yeah, I really admire you."

In her eyes, Norah was a jack-of-all-trades, excelling in medicine, songwriting, composing, and even band management-she seemed to do it all!

Spencer had sent over a round of fine drinks to their table, on the house.

It had been a while since Norah allowed herself to unwind in a club.

She savored the liquor, appreciating the rich flavor as it settled on her tongue, a hint of sweetness blossoming after each sip.

The drink was strong, yet not bitter, leaving a pleasant aftertaste that lingered.