"Nora..."
The man’s attitude was sowhat humble, his voice hoarse and low.
Not yet fifty, no signs of age visible, one could see the striking and spirited aura from his youth, along with a reserved and steady presence. Dressed in a black suit, ticulously neat, with a straight posture, he quite had the deanor of a business elite.
Yet, the mont he saw Nora Scott, all the exposed sharpness and vigor was completely retracted.
"Cough, cough—"
Miguel Smith widened his eyes, choking on an apple, and coughed violently while patting his chest.
This man really had guts, daring to call Nora Scott that...
During his coughing fit, Miguel Smith’s peripheral vision uncontrollably glanced at Nora Scott, and saw her step forward, eyes straight ahead, brushing past the man and entering through the door directly.
The coughing stopped.
Miguel Smith blinked in astonishnt, and at that mont the door suddenly closed with a loud "bang," making his eyelids twitch.
Unavoidably, he looked at the middle-aged man beside him, seeing that his expression was quite embarrassed and at a loss. He pondered for a mont and spoke, "Mister, you are—"
"If you don’t co in now, you’ll die outside."
A cold voice from within the room ca from Nora Scott.
The chilly tone, each word like hidden blades, piercing to the bone, stabbing the heart, frightening Miguel Smith into a tremble, making his spine shiver.
At once, not daring to linger, he nodded towards the middle-aged man and quickly went inside.
As soon as Miguel Smith entered, he felt sothing was off, all his hair standing on end, like the reflex reaction when sensing danger.
Nora Scott had her back to him, but he could clearly sense—
Nora Scott was angry.
Even a single strand of her hair seed soaked in rage.
"Did he bring these?"
Her gaze swept around the room, noticing the pile of supplents and fruits on the chair.
Antonio Easton was half-sitting, leaning on the pillow, unsurprised by her appearance, and he gave a simple "hmm."
Nora-Scott furrowed her brows slightly, turned sideways with a cold expression, and said to Miguel Smith, "Throw them away."
"This..."
Miguel Smith was still in a perplexed state, not having co to his senses, he cast a look for help towards Antonio Easton.
Antonio Easton slightly nodded and gestured with his eyes.
In these past two years, Miguel Smith had frequently visited Antonio Easton in the hospital, resulting in a certain tacit understanding, understanding in just a glance.
Nora Scott was in a firecracker mood, not to be provoked, so he could only go along.
Agilely, Miguel Smith picked up the pile of supplents and fruits and walked out, and as soon as the door closed, the middle-aged man who had not walked far turned around, just in ti to witness the scene.
Miguel Smith: "..."
In the annals of his awkward history, this definitely was a profusely colorful Chapter.
Fortunately, this mister was quite self-aware, and upon witnessing this scene, after a brief pause, showed a lost expression, lips trembling, trying to say sothing yet remaining silent. Eventually, after nodding amicably to Miguel Smith, he turned and left.
No reproach, anger, nor even surprise.
*
Inside the hospital room.
After a mont of silence, Antonio Easton spoke at the right ti, "Go wash your face and calm down."
With a cold face, Norwegian Scott put down the fruit in her hand and walked towards the attached washroom in the hospital room.
Ice-cold water hit her face, stimulating the facial nerves with pain, clearing away all her emotions. After a long ti, Nora Scott straightened her body, standing before the mirror for a while, exhaled, and casually wiped her face.
Coming out, Nora Scott looked at Antonio Easton and asked, "Why did he co?"
"To visit the sick." Antonio Easton replied succinctly, not intending to continue discussing that man, and imdiately changed the subject to ask, "Aren’t you working?"
With her brows lightly furrowed, Nora-Scott replied, "Leave."
Though the old gentleman was hospitalized, he was not foolish. When she worked as a bodyguard, there were periods of hectic and quiet tis. Having not co for many days earlier and then visiting frequently these two days, he inevitably felt suspicious.
Despite seemingly full of doubts and disbelief, Antonio Easton was about to inquire, but at this mont, Miguel Smith knocked and ca in.
"Smith," Antonio Easton called seriously.
"Hey!"
As soon as Miguel Smith closed the door, he heard Antonio Easton ask seriously, "Where is she working now?"
"This..." Miguel Smith’s body stiffened slightly, wiping his nose, and feeling pressure from both sides, he spoke rather tentatively and hesitantly, "She, just resigned."
"Resigned?"
Antonio Easton glared, sweeping his questioning gaze towards Nora Scott.
Nora Scott was calm and composed, appearing neither guilty nor flustered as she replied with confidence, "Just found a new job."
Antonio Easton looked surprised, "What job?"
Miguel Smith also looked at her suspiciously.
What happened to being a hobody?!
"Biel Security Industry Co., Ltd."
"Security company?" Miguel Smith was amazed at her ability to co up with lies, subconsciously asking, "What’s your position?"
"Finance." Nora Scott said with an unchanged face, "Base salary two thousand, with Social Security and Housing Fund."
"Really?"
Antonio Easton’s face was sternly serious, and when he looked at her, there was quite a bit of pressure.
"Hmm."
She nodded quietly, without exposing a single flaw.
Still disbelieving, Antonio Easton called Miguel Smith, asking him to bring his cell phone over.
Miguel Smith, who internally deed Nora Scott’s words as lies, felt a bit anxious, but she didn’t stop him. Rather, she sat leisurely peeling an orange on the chair, and with that in mind, he handed his cell phone to Antonio Easton, helping to search for the company online.
Unexpectedly, he actually found it—it was a newly established company from last month, legitimate but small in scale.
Miguel Smith: "..." Unbelievable, Nora Scott actually learned to investigate prior to lying.
Antonio Easton wasn’t one for complexities, and after confirming, believed her seven or eight tenths.
He handed the cell phone back to Miguel Smith and instructed Nora Scott, "Work well and get along with your colleagues."
"Understood."
"Be in a good mood, don’t bully them."
"Okay."
"Socialize with them more often."
"Oh."
Miguel Smith: "..." Mr. Easton’s posture has a feeling of soone instructing their bully granddaughter at the kindergarten gates.
*
Upon learning that Nora Scott finally had a proper job, Antonio Easton’s mood was visibly improved.
Miguel Smith both marveled at Antonio Easton’s low demands of Nora Scott and enjoyed Antonio Easton’s amiable treatnt.
The two stayed until the afternoon before leaving.
Upon exiting the inpatient departnt, Miguel Smith couldn’t help but curiously ask, "That security company, is it real?"
"Real." Nora Scott answered casually.
"Don’t fool people, you in finance, can you even get the accounts right? As a security guard that’s believable!"
"..."
Walking beside Nora Scott, Miguel Smith was silent for a mont before suddenly bursting out with another inquiry, "Is it truly real?"
"..."
Nora Scott took out her car keys and moved towards her car, not bothering to answer him.
Miguel Smith quickly followed, "Are you leaving, not treating to a al?"
Opening the car door, Nora Scott paused briefly and said, "Salary is two thousand, can’t afford to treat."
"You make it seem so real... hey, how about I treat you?"
The response Miguel Smith received was the sound of the car door shutting.
Miguel Smith: "..." Not loyal!
At this mont, the car window rolled down, elbow resting on the window fra. Nora Scott slightly poked her head out and said indifferently, "Don’t guard the hospital anymore, Easton doesn’t need your care. If you don’t want to go ho, find sothing else to do."
The car drove away.
Miguel Smith shoved his hands in his pockets, standing in place watching the vehicle leave, finally lowering his head slightly, indifferently kicking a pebble on the ground.
*
After winter set in, darkness fell early. As Nora Scott drove to Cloudwater Haven, the sky had just darkened, and the lights of the community lit up one by one, like an endless river of splendid colors unfolding.
She drove the car to the underground parking lot and walked into the elevator.
Just as the elevator numbers jumped upwards steadily, she heard the chanical voice announce "First floor," she lifted her gaze to look ahead.
The elevator door parted to the sides.
A man dressed in black stood outside the elevator.
In the instant their eyes t, both were montarily stunned.
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