Chapter: 884

Hadley bowed her head, whispering, “I learned that Shayla is in the hospital and wished to visit her. Moreover, Miss Wilson is not someone you should provoke."

"She is merely Sean's girlfriend, not his wife. She's not powerful enough to pose a threat," Samira retorted sharply. "With the cooperation lost, what's our next step, Corrin?"

Their attempts to sway Norah had been in vain, igniting their frustration.

"What more can we do? We can do nothing!"

Corrin responded, his glare fixed on Hadley. He had received news that Sean's sister was receiving care at Silver Boulder Private Hospital, which might be another opportunity to meet him and seek cooperation.

Samira pointed a finger sternly at Hadley's forehead. "Leave now.

You're of no help. Can't you see the predicament we're in? If you truly care about Shayla, prove it with genuine actions."

Although Hadley had married into wealth, she had not assisted her relatives in any significant way. Why bother?

Once Samira withdrew her finger, a red imprint was left on Hadley's forehead. Hadley inhaled deeply, managing a strained smile. “Aunt Samira, I- I'm without funds."

Marriage to Hank had curtailed Hadley's social life significantly, her days now spent caring for their child. She had struggled considerably to persuade Hank to let her visit this time.

"No money? Then leave," Samira exclaimed.

As Samira turned away, Hadley began to cry.

She had intervened out of kindness, yet Samira's harshness only deepened her sorrow.

Unbeknownst to Samira and Corrin, Hadley had saved them from serious trouble.

Norah was unfamiliar with the Wilson family, so discovering that Hadley was related to Corrin caught her off guard.

Hadley was intelligent yet timid.

Norah rarely visited the Wilson Manor. From her interactions with Hank and Hadley, she could sense his tendency to dominate Hadley, who appeared too afraid to push back. Despite this, Norah was privy to the fact that Hadley was having an affair with Larry.

But she believed it wasn't her place to judge others’ personal matters.

Before Norah left, Sean called her and offered to drive her home.

Once home, Sean quickly rolled up his sleeves, and headed to the kitchen.

"I'll handle dinner tonight," he declared, putting on an apron.

“Everything's set up. Just relax and keep me company, honey."

Trailing several steps behind, Norah pulled her hair up into a bun.

After a brief pause, she unhooked her bra, feeling instantly more comfortable.