A re high school diploma, not even attended an art university.
A woman like that, aside from her looks, has nothing to offer. She probably heard that the Scott family studies chanical Techniques and wanted to impress Ernesto Scott, so she pretended to understand these design drawings.
Unfortunately, her direction was wrong. Ernesto doesn’t like chanical Techniques at all and his relationship with the Scott family is cold.
"Hmm."
Nora stood up.
She glanced coldly at Lisa, "In the future, when I’m talking business, don’t hover around , it affects my mood."
"..."
Lisa, having suffered an unwarranted rebuke, looked extrely displeased.
Having served the Scott family for many years, although there were unhappy monts, being so bluntly rebuked by an illegitimate daughter was sothing she found hard to accept.
A few seconds later, she bit her lip, couldn’t hold back, and gave a low warning, "Miss Scott, you’re new here, it’s best to keep a low profile. In this family, don’t make too many enemies."
Packing up the drawings on the table, Nora sneered, "Let give you a piece of advice too, just do your job and don’t have other thoughts."
Ever since she walked through the door, this experienced Lisa had been displeased with her inside and out.
Did she think she was easy to bully?
Lisa’s face turned pale, her teeth clenched, staring at her with a sullen look.
But Nora didn’t look at her anymore, she took the drawings and her handbag and walked straight out.
Since Wednesday, due to the matter with the designer, she had been staying here.
But now she had to return.
Today is Friday, school is on holiday, and Marcus Shaw is returning to Cloudwater Haven.
*
The night enveloped the sky.
Because he was delayed by a eting at school, when Oliver was picked up by the driver, it was already seven in the evening. He was carrying a backpack, walking through the chilly wind into the living room.
"Young Master, you’re back."
Lisa was still the first to greet him.
Quickly glancing at the stairs on the second floor, Oliver retracted his gaze and looked around the empty living room, seemingly innocently asking, "Where are they?"
Lisa replied, "Master is in the study, Madam and Miss are upstairs."
The whereabouts of the three were clearly stated.
Yet, one person was deliberately left out.
Lightly pursing his lips, Oliver hesitated for a mont, and eventually asked, "What about her?"
"Nora?"
Lisa realized, and her smile disappeared instantly, apparently displeased, "She left in the afternoon, said she wouldn’t be coming for the weekend."
"..."
Oliver lowered his head, gloomily scratched his hair.
Yeah.
The weekend school holiday, with Marcus Shaw going to Cloudwater Haven, Nora would definitely go back too.
Calculating it this way, Nora could only co to the Scott family on weekdays, and he attended school on weekdays. Once the winter holiday started, who knows if she’d co to the Scott family, or continue living with Marcus Shaw...
Which ans, even if Nora returns to the Scott family, the chances of him eting Nora would be few and far between.
This seems to be a good thing, but there was a slight trace of disappointnt in his heart.
"Young Master?"
Lisa’s call brought Oliver back to his senses.
Oliver looked up, smiled a bit, and said, "I’m going to the study to get a book."
"Alright."
...
The study on the first floor is shared.
Previously, it was Sophie and Oliver studying together in the study, after Sophie got into college, it was generally only Oliver using it in and out.
The reference books Oliver used for studying were generally piled up in the study.
The door of the study wasn’t fully closed. Oliver ca to the outside, just intending to switch from pushing it open to knocking, but the voice inside made him stop his action.
"Carter, you have such a good relationship with your daughter, is there any secret to it?"
"Not Sophie, it’s Nora. My elder daughter."
"What, just because she’s an adult doesn’t an I can’t build a relationship with her? We’re a father and daughter, connected by blood, no matter how many years pass, it won’t change."
Ernesto was on the phone.
Oliver’s expression was quite complex.
"She only stayed here for three days, today she insisted on leaving, couldn’t persuade her to stay."
"I suspect it’s because that kid Oliver was coming back, Nora didn’t want to see him. Last ti they t, he didn’t give Nora a good face."
Oliver: "..." That’s a bit of a harsh bla.
The "Nora" you’re talking about isn’t soone who cares about others’ expressions.
"Oliver has emotions? Nora doesn’t have emotions? All these years, except for her grandfather, who in the family has treated her fairly? She’s originally part of this family, why should she be given attitude when she returns ho?"
"Whenever I talk to her, I get nervous, afraid of making her unhappy."
"I also want to spend more ti with her, but I don’t know what to talk about. Recently she’s been wanting to redo her bedroom, and I don’t understand anything about interior design. So, I just bought a bunch of books to study."
"Oh, I’ve heard she’s drawing comics now. Should we buy promotions for her?"
"Young people these days seem to use computers to draw, but I’ve already asked the company to design a new type of drawing pen. Once they get the initial setup done, I’ll ask her, design specifically according to her preferences."
...
Standing outside the door, Oliver listened to the familiar voice coming from inside, utterly stunned.
He even wondered if this was a dream.
"She used to want to be a star, but there were never any roles to play. I’m thinking of investing in a movie or TV show after the New Year, so she can do whatever she likes—"
Ernesto’s voice grew closer.
Suddenly, the door was pulled open.
Oliver, with no ti to dodge, bumped right into him.
Ernesto: "..."
Oliver: "..."
The father and son stood facing each other at the study door, wordlessly staring at each other.
In Oliver’s mind, the tall and powerful, stern and cold image of his father was completely shattered that day.
He’s just a downright doting father.
Moreover, a doting father with an irrational level of favoritism.
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