Chapter: 793
Even with her brother present, Amabel's voice still carried a trace of sarcasm.
“Look, I'm just worried about Susanna, and you're making it sound like I'm accusing Miss Wilson's bad influence. That's not what I mean."
Spencer gave a rueful smile. It was as if Amabel had it written all over her face that Norah was a bad influence on Susanna. He could pick up on the underlying implications in her words. Could Norah not?
He glanced at Norah to gauge her reaction and saw that her expression was serene, showing no particular emotion.
"It seems we don't share any common interests with Miss Morris. Let's say goodbye.”
She checked her phone; Sean had texted that he would be down in about five minutes.
She got to her feet. “Susanna, let's take a walk."
It was obvious she didn't want to talk to Amabel any Longer.
“Wow, Miss Wilson, acting like you're Sean's wife already? Trying to boss Susanna around before you're even married her brother? She hasn't agreed to go out with you."
Susanna was caught in the middle, Amabel had grabbed one hand and Norah the other.
Standing there, Susanna looked unsure, her hands held up by both.
"Um, I'd rather listen to Norah. Amabel, please let go."
She yanked her hand free from Amabel's grip. “Spencer is right. Norah treats me well. It's not about bossing me around as you mentioned.
Norah and I are just friends."
She linked arms with Norah, her pride evident.
Susanna was proud she was Norah's friend.
Amabel was feeling down after several people, including her younger brother, spoke against her, causing her expression to darken.
"Mr. Morris, I'll head back and wait for your good news," said Coen flatteringly.
“Sure, Mr. Powell. We'll send the contract over in a few days."
“Mrs. Powell, your skin looks wonderful. Where do you get your skincare treatments? My face gets so rough during the summer."
“I know a great salon. We should make an appointment together sometime."
The voices of the middle-aged men and women in the corridor got louder as they approached.
Coen and Rhoda noticed Norah and Susanna standing there. They thought of Madeline, who was still in the hospital, and felt a pang of worry.
It was bad enough running into them before Lunch; bumping into them again after was just as awkward.