Chapter: 979

Susanna was visibly upset. She tried her best to hold back her tears, but it fell down her face anyway.

Joanna disliked such kinds of girls extremely. She had encountered plenty of such kind in Glophia.

She glanced over at Matteo, who remained motionless and expressionless on the sofa. Having observed Nancy's actions before, Joanna understood Nancy's tactics.

She believed Nancy was merely acting pitiful to elicit sympathy.

Unlike Susanna, who was indeed a spoiled princess and had no such intentions.

Joanna concluded that Kayla had been completely fooled by Nancy.

She gently wiped away Susanna's tears with a tissue. "Phillip, if you don't know what to say, it's better to stay quiet. Don't cry, Susanna. Remember what I told you?"

Emotions overwhelmed Susanna as tears filled her eyes. Although she was confident in handling Nancy, the sight of her mother's kindness towards Nancy saddened her.

"Norah just called me to ask about you. Don't be scared of Nancy.

You are their biological daughter, while Nancy is just adopted. Your mother is all she has. Look at your family; who else but your mother cares about Nancy?"

Shocked, Susanna shook her head. "No one."

Indeed, besides her mother, no one seemed to take an interest in Nancy. Her father loved her; he visited her daily.

“As Norah mentioned, Nancy's biggest wish is for you to be unhappy.

Don't let your anger give her that satisfaction. You need to recover quickly."

Inspired by these words, Susanna's eyes brightened. “You're right, Joanna. I should concentrate on getting better."

Joanna recounted the whole situation to Norah over the phone, prompting a chuckle from Norah.

“Susanna can be quite sensitive at times. She could use a bit of comfort. Thanks for helping her, Joanna.”

“No need for thanks. Susanna is a friend to both of us. Phillip may excel at work, but he's not the best at offering emotional support,"

Joanna remarked.

"He's usually so capable, but he seems lost when it comes to comforting Susanna," Norah mused, finding the situation peculiar but not dwelling on it.

After exchanging a few more casual remarks, they bid each other farewell, ending the call.

As Norah stepped out into the corridor, she noticed Baylor holding a medical record.

“Dr. Wilson," Baylor greeted warmly.

“Dr. Padilla," Norah acknowledged before preparing to move on.