"Crystal Hughes?"
Nora Scott suddenly spoke, calling out the na.
Upon hearing her voice, both Peter Hughes and Andrew Hughes were taken aback, looking over suspiciously.
Peter Hughes seed curious as he leaned over, walked behind her, glanced at her, then at the photo, and asked nonchalantly, "Did she co out of the photo?"
"..."
Nora Scott’s temple throbbed as her gaze sharply turned towards Peter Hughes.
Peter Hughes held out for two seconds, couldn’t withstand it, and sensibly stepped back.
"Is your daughter really nad Crystal Hughes?" Nora Scott asked.
"Didn’t you know? I thought Marcus Shaw would’ve told you," Peter Hughes smiled as he opened the fridge, "Do you know her?"
"... I’ve t her."
Nora Scott didn’t answer very specifically.
She once encountered a war correspondent nad Crystal Hughes during her travels to a war-torn country. A delicate and beautiful woman, yet quite resilient. Witty, humorous, gentle, and talkative, her temperant sowhat resembled Peter Hughes’.
They only had a brief encounter.
However, Crystal Hughes left a deep impression on her, so much so that upon seeing the photo, she could still recall the na.
Peter Hughes turned his head and casually asked, "On TV?"
"Sort of."
Nora Scott shrugged.
"Just joking," Peter Hughes teased, pulling out two bottles of hot sauce, "Where did you et her?"
After a brief hesitation, Nora Scott ntioned a place, prompting Peter Hughes to think for a mont, then he responded with an "Oh," his deanor losing so of its frivolity, showing a hint of regret and nostalgia, "That was three or four years ago, she was just starting in this line of work then."
"Really?" Nora Scott was a bit surprised.
"She probably told you so nonsense, claiming she’d been doing it for ages." Peter Hughes perceptively deduced.
Nora Scott chuckled lightly.
This ability to fabricate stories at the drop of a hat must have been inherited from Peter Hughes.
A father knows his daughter best.
"Back then, she was young and inexperienced, often underestimated by others." Peter Hughes said a couple of sentences, then curiously sized up Nora Scott, "Three or four years ago, you were just in your early twenties, what were you doing in a place like that?"
"... Having fun." She raised a hand to touch her nose, recalling the past, Nora Scott felt a bit down, "Didn’t have much luck, hit by a revolution on the second day."
She had intended to travel around the world with a carefree mindset, not expecting that in such places, war would break out like child’s play. Went to bed and woke up to a full-scale battle, half of the small town gone in no ti.
"..."
Peter Hughes gave her a sympathetic look.
Such matters weren’t appropriate to discuss at length in front of children, so Nora Scott and Peter Hughes stopped at an appropriate point.
As evening approached, Peter Hughes told Nora Scott to make herself comfortable as if she were at her own ho, then went off to busy himself in the kitchen.
Nora Scott finally realized why Andrew Hughes had a "self-reliant" nature.
Peter Hughes didn’t treat Andrew Hughes like a kid at all.
The entire ti it was—
"Handso Young Yang, co here and peel so garlic."
"Wash the scallions."
"Go to the fridge and bring over the cured at."
...
As for Andrew Hughes, he paced with his short legs, shuttling between the living room and the kitchen, occasionally frowning and complaining a little, but the mont Peter Hughes called him, he would obediently respond, running back and forth.
Since childhood, taken care of by Antonio Easton to the point of being a living disability, Nora Scott: "..."
By comparison, Easton really spoiled her.
Unable to sit still, Nora Scott stayed in the living room for a mont, switched the TV on, and after inadvertently seeing Luna Durant’s face on the screen, couldn’t bear to watch any longer and turned the TV off directly.
Taking out her phone, she ssaged Pedro Langley.
[Nora Scott]: Is it confird that Luna Durant will be starring in "Reversing Life"?
Pedro Langley, known for always replying instantly, didn’t respond this ti.
Nora Scott quietly noted this, put away the phone, and then got up to walk towards the kitchen.
She didn’t enter, just stood at the doorway, watching the grandfather and grandson coordinate and cooperate.
"How did Marcus Shaw get to know you?"
Nora Scott hadn’t forgotten what Peter Hughes ntioned downstairs.
Thinking carefully, she realized she had never inquired about Marcus Shaw’s past.
She wasn’t fond of asking about past events.
Aside from Pedro Langley and certain specific matters, she couldn’t be bothered to ask about others’ pasts.
Not putting in that effort, not being overly curious, saved her a lot of trouble.
Moreover, it was her first ti experiencing a kinship bond outside Antonio Easton, which took so getting used to.
"Oh, at the police station."
Peter Hughes answered while chopping vegetables.
Without thinking, Nora Scott asked, "Committed a cri?"
Giggling, he glanced over, Peter Hughes chuckled, "Your tone suggests you’re quite the troublemaker?"
Nora Scott ignored his teasing, "You were working as a detective, him being a minor, what kind of cri would he have to commit to et you?"
"No cri involved."
Peter Hughes mischievously used his onion-slling hands to touch Andrew Hughes’ face, which Andrew quickly dodged in disdain.
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