Nora

Chapter 45:

When Nora opened her eyes, Cherry was no longer beside her. She was probably playing downstairs.

After getting up, she glanced around the room. It was twice the size of her room at the Smith residence in California and was decorated in shades of white and gray. He could vaguely see that his mother had been a strong woman.

After washing up, he went to the study that accompanied the room and found that it was very clean. From the details, you could tell how attentive the Andersons were.

Nora picked up a book: it was about life sciences and the pharmaceutical industry. No wonder her mother had founded Idealian Pharmaceuticals.

Suddenly, someone knocked lightly on her bedroom door. Nora opened the door and immediately heard an anxious Melissa say, “Nora, something’s gone wrong at the hospital!”

Nora raised an eyebrow. “What happened?”

“Mr. Hunt just called and said that Mrs. Hunt hasn’t woken up yet. He’s asked me to call you as soon as you wake up.”

Nora was speechless.

Here she was, thinking that something terrible had really happened.

She called Justin. When the call connected, the man’s low, deep voice was like a musical instrument hitting her eardrums. He said, “Miss Smith, my grandmother hasn’t woken up yet.”

“I’m sorry,” Nora coughed, “I forgot to tell you yesterday that the patient is very weak, so she will only regain consciousness this weekend.”

Indeed, it was her mistake not to inform the patient’s family of the details.

Justin was silent for a moment.noveldrama

Nora thought of the dispute that had taken place in the hallway when he was busy checking on the old woman’s condition the day before, and asked, “Will it cause her any trouble?”

“They are trivial matters.” Justin paused. Then he asked suddenly, “Don’t you have to come take a look today, Miss Smith?”

Nora asked bluntly, “Is your son in the hospital?”

“…No, he is not.”

Nora immediately replied, “Oh, it’s no use my going. Nothing is wrong as long as the patient’s vitals are normal. I trust the doctors at Finest Hospital are more professional than I am when it comes to nursing care.”

Finest Hospital was directly affiliated with the number one family. The family was strong and powerful, the salaries and job benefits they offered were extremely attractive. Forty percent of the country’s renowned experts worked at Finest Hospital.

“…”

At the hospital, Justin looked through the glass door at the elderly woman in the ICU ward. Her lips were pursed and there was a hint of doubt in her eyes.

Why had she asked about her son first? It was as if she had come, if Pete had been here.

Justin had a grim, sullen look on his countenance after he hung up.

When Howard noticed his expression, he hesitantly asked, “Is Great Aunt okay, Justin?”

Justin snorted and replied, “She’s fine.”

Howard nodded. Even though he hated Pete and felt he wasn’t worthy of being Justin’s son, in his heart, Howard still hoped his great-aunt would wake up sooner.

Suddenly, he noticed Justin frowning as if he was thinking about the biggest problem in the world. After a brief internal struggle, Justin finally looked at him and asked, “What could be the reason for a woman to show great interest in Pete?”

Howard replied, “It must definitely be because she wants to marry you and be his stepmother!”.

A hesitant Justin asked, “But what if she’s very cold and distant to me?”

Howard scratched his head. Then, the muscular but simple-minded man smiled and said, “Hey…. Are you sure she’s not thinking of becoming your daughter-in-law? Although Pete is not strong enough, she has inherited your good traits. He won’t starve to death if he becomes someone’s pretty boy in the future.”

“…”

Seeing the cold look almost capable of freezing someone in Justin’s eyes, Howard rubbed his nose and asked carefully, “Justin, if you’re free today, can you take me to the Quinn School of Martial Arts?”

Justin turned and walked out.

Howard followed him and asked, “Where are you going, Justin?”

“To pick up Pete and go to the Quinn School of Martial Arts.”

At the Andersons.

After hanging up, Nora opened her email inbox and saw a research report and a message Solo had sent:

“Anti, Justin is surprisingly easy to research. Hacking into his computer was a walk in the park. I have attached a document with all his information from his childhood to the present. His day-to-day whereabouts come through clearly. However, there is something very strange. Apart from his son’s name – Peter Hunt – everything else about him is well hidden. I have not been able to find anything at all.”

Nora was speechless.

She opened the file and searched for the month in which she had become inexplicably pregnant five years ago, only to discover that Justin had not been in California at that time.

She closed the mailbox with some disappointment.

Was what had happened yesterday really an illusion?

No, she had to find a way to meet Justin’s son.

She knew it sounded crazy, but after five years of fruitless searching, she didn’t want to pass up any chance.

“Mom, didn’t you say you were taking me to Grandpa Quinn’s today?” Cherry, who was wearing a princess dress, ran into the room.

Nora saw the text messages Quinn had sent earlier in the morning. She knew the older man had probably run out of patience by now, but he still wasn’t calling her for fear he’d end up bothering her.

That was exactly the kind of person Quinn was. On the surface, he seemed like a cheeky old man who scolded her for being lazy and sleeping in every day, but he was also afraid of disturbing her rest.

The corners of Nora’s lips curved upward slightly and she made a video call to Quinn.

Quinn answered almost immediately. He reprimanded her loudly, “Are you a pig? How can you sleep this late in the day? It’s afternoon already! If I had known you were going to act like this, I would have sent someone to pick up Cherry long ago.”

Nora ignored him. Instead, she pointed the phone’s camera at Cherry.

When they were overseas, they had often made video calls to each other. Cherry waved and said adorably, “Grandpa Quinn, Mommy and I will visit you right away!”

“Good, good.” Quinn stroked his gray beard and said, “Then let’s hang up and stop wasting time. Hurry up right now.”

Nora took Cherry with her and went downstairs. After greeting Melissa and chatting a bit with Elder Mrs. Anderson, she learned that Simon would be discharged in two more days. Then she took the Andersons’ car and headed for the Quinn School of Martial Arts.

Half an hour later, at the entrance to the Quinn School of Martial Arts.

Justin stood with his hands behind his back as he looked at the ancient doors. The words “Quinn Martial Arts Hall” were written on the sign above.

Howard, who was standing behind him, looked at Pete with disdain.

Pete had a pretty face and looked quite a bit like Justin when he imitated him.

But no matter how hard he tried to imitate him, he was still nothing more than a useless little bugger. Howard had heard that not only was he mentally ill, but that even his grades had dropped again and again on tests given by the Hunts.

In his generation, Justin had always been way over the top!

Would Mr. Quinn be interested in someone like him?

He twisted his lip. When he heard footsteps approaching them, he hurried to his feet.

Quinn came out with his hands behind his back. He didn’t look too happy to see Justin. He asked, “What are you doing here, has Irvin died yet?”

Justin bowed respectfully and replied, “Mr. Quinn, I am not here at my professor’s request this time. Rather, I would like you to take my son as your disciple.”

Quinn curved his lip and sneered, “I’m not interested in your son at all.”

He had just said that when he was instantly stunned at the sight of Pete. He exclaimed, “Cherry?”

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