Oliver Scott’s matter was sothing Nora Scott only heard about in the evening.
She had just had a routine eting with Flora Loughton by the lake in the neighborhood. After returning, she received a call from Ernesto Scott.
"Nora, did Oliver co to you?"
Nora wandered around the house.
Finally, she found Marcus Shaw in the study and, after getting a precise answer from him, replied to Ernesto Scott, "No."
Then, she asked, "What happened?"
Ernesto maintained his composure, his tone steady, "I just heard the news. He had a big fight at the Ferreira Family and ran off. He hasn’t gone ho, and he’s not at school. His phone is unreachable. I don’t know where he’s gone."
Thinking back to the conversation she had with Oliver yesterday...
Truly, what you don’t want to happen always happens.
Nora gave Marcus an eye signal, suggesting he try to contact Oliver while asking, "What did they fight about?"
"It’s not very clear. I heard a few things from the Ferreira Family, and it seems to be an issue about choosing his academic path." Ernesto wasn’t evasive at all and said frankly, "Alma and his grandfather want him to study business so he can take over my company in the future. But you know Oliver, he loves tinkering with those robots, and it seems they’ve had a disagreent, leading to a big fight."
Nora frowned, "Even if there are disagreents unless he’s provoked, he wouldn’t usually argue."
Sothing’s not right.
Given Oliver’s calm nature, knowing the Ferreira Family wants him to study business, he would likely just go along with it on the surface while keeping his true thoughts hidden.
He probably wouldn’t say anything to anyone until he finalizes his academic path and receives the acceptance letter.
Moreover, it’s still just the end of sophomore year.
Why would Oliver bring this up in advance?
"The youngsters in the Ferreira Family love to stir up trouble, especially that boy nad Marshall..." Ernesto’s tone was displeased, but he stopped himself, realizing Nora might not want to hear it, "Since he’s not with you, I’ll ask his classmates."
Nora initially wanted to say that given Oliver’s temperant, he certainly wouldn’t seek refuge with classmates or friends, but then she just replied with a "Hmm."
She hung up the phone.
She walked into the study and asked Marcus, "How’s it going?"
Marcus, gripping his phone, replied, "It’s turned off."
Nora narrowed her eyes.
Sothing’s still off.
A re argunt with the Ferreira Family... why wouldn’t Oliver co back to the Scott family?
If it were any other ti, Oliver would surely act as if nothing happened and wander around Cloudwater Haven. Even if he’s in a bad mood, he’d stay alone at the Scott family; there’s no need to "disappear."
After a brief thought, Nora raised her eyebrows slightly and directly asked Marcus, "Can you track him?"
"... Yes."
Being asked like this by Nora, Marcus felt quite complicated.
—Is this the way a normal person thinks?
Without any pause, Marcus pulled out a computer.
Before long, Marcus found the exact location of Oliver’s phone and sent it to Nora.
"Shopping mall?"
Seeing the location, Nora furrowed her brow.
Marcus and Miguel Smith appearing in such a place wouldn’t surprise Nora at all, but Oliver...
"There’s a ga arcade on the fifth floor. I took him there to play before."
Seeing Nora’s rather strange expression, Marcus’s eyes flickered, feeling a rare sense of guilt.
He closed the laptop and stood up.
He asked, "Shall we go find him?"
"Let’s go check it out."
Playing with her phone, Nora lightly raised her eyebrows and said.
For so reason, the ntion of "Marshall" by Ernesto inadvertently made Nora sowhat concerned.
That hypocritical boy, at a glance, was nothing good.
It was already odd that Oliver quarreled with the Ferreira Family over "academic choice," and Nora couldn’t help but feel suspicious.
Oliver is not like her; she might offend elders over small matters, often causing displeasure, but as long as she feels at ease, it’s fine. Oliver is skilled in handling matters and considers others’ feelings. Even if he was slightly wronged on his grandfather’s birthday, he wouldn’t ruin the day.
Unless sothing unexpected happened...
Nora’s intuition has always been accurate.
Her instincts were honed through repeated events, not so inborn sixth sense.
Her intuition has saved her life several tis.
"Hmm," Marcus nodded, and then reminded, "About your brother-in-law..."
"I’ll let him know."
Turning around, Nora had already dialed the call.
Pedro Langley hadn’t urged her to co back for dinner tonight because he himself hadn’t returned. He went out for business in the afternoon and called her in the evening, saying he’d bring back food and that Marcus didn’t need to prepare any als.
At this ti, Pedro should be on the road.
However, the al Pedro was to bring back wouldn’t be eaten by the two of them.
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