With a gentle smile, Norah responded, “I was hoping to assist you with that once I start working here.” She declared confidently, “I’m heading to the Cardiac Surgery Department to challenge myself. The past two years were wasted.”
Gil exhaled, accepting that he couldn’t sway her decision. “Alright, I’ll support you. But you must assist me with surgeries when needed.”
Norah looked up, her face alight with determination. “Saving lives is my calling.”
“But let me make this clear,” Gil added, “Working as Supernatural Doctor definitely earns you more. The Scott family must have paid you big money, right?” He teased. “Did you visit Susanna? How is she?”
Norah shared her diagnosis, “I’ll be treating her, but she’ll need you for the chemotherapy.”
Gil expressed his relief, “That’s comforting to know.”
“She’s too young to face such hardships.”
Leaving the hospital in the afternoon, Norah wandered toward a nearby school, enticed by the snack options. The snacks there were the best.
A street lined with food stalls lay just outside the school, filling the air with delicious aromas. Norah munched on her snacks, watching the students’ joyful expressions with a touch of envy.
As she grew older, she longed for the carefree days of her youth when she felt liberated. She had been out of school for so long. Why did she still feel the urge to return?
She found it amusing. Once she had her fill, she hailed a taxi and headed back to Dreamview Villas.
Reflecting on the recent silence, Norah pulled out her phone and sent Derek a message: “Mr. Carter, are you available tomorrow? When can we finalize the paperwork?”
It had been almost a week since the racing competition. While Derek savored his moments with Madeline, did he ever think about the rumors that Madeline was a homewrecker? It seemed like such a lack of responsibility on his part.
After waiting ten minutes without a reply, Norah felt compelled to send more texts, nudging him for a response.
“Mr. Carter, have you considered the gossip about Madeline being a homewrecker? We should settle the formalities soon. It’s beneficial for everyone. What’s the delay? You were the one keen on divorcing. Now, why the silence? Time is valuable for both of us. I can’t afford to wait endlessly. When will we proceed?”
“Is it possible to get a clear response from you? Mr. Carter, the world won’t stop if you take an hour off. Can’t you make time for this?”
With no reply to her messages, Norah sat on the sofa, pondering whether she should head to the Carter Group and confront him face-to-face. Since the race, Derek hadn’t reached out about finalizing the divorce, which irked her.
After a while, her phone finally signaled the arrival of replies.
Derek replied, “Okay.”
Norah arched an eyebrow as she typed her response: “Meet me tomorrow at 2 p.m. in the court. Please, don’t be late.” At least he had agreed to meet.
Closing Derek’s phone, Madeline’s face still held traces of bitterness. When she heard noises from the bathroom, she quickly tucked Derek’s phone out of sight.
Derek emerged from the bathroom, draped in a towel, and asked, “Madeline, have you seen my phone? I left it on the table before my shower, but now it’s missing.” His tone was marked by impatience, a hint of annoyance in his voice.
Feigning nonchalance, Madeline offered, “Maybe you forgot where you put it? Check again. Let me check the bedroom for you.”
Derek agreed, seemingly convinced by Madeline’s suggestion that he might have misplaced it. He left the room.
With her heart pounding, Madeline watched Derek leave. She quickly retrieved Derek’s phone, erasing the recent exchange with Norah while preserving only those from days ago.
Madeline exhaled deeply, her gaze hardening as it landed on Norah Wilson’s contact name. “Just a bitch who knows a few tricks. Trying to get close to Derek under my watch? Not a chance.”
In Madeline’s mind, Derek was hers and hers alone. She couldn’t tolerate Norah’s presence.
Norah waited in the court from 12:50 to 2:30 in the afternoon, yet Derek hadn’t shown up yet. Glancing impatiently at the entrance, Derek was still nowhere to be seen.
Norah was overwhelmed with frustration, feeling like she couldn’t breathe. After a moment of thought, she decided to call Derek.
“The number you have dialed is currently switched off.”
Norah scoffed, realizing he had blocked her number.
She flooded Derek with numerous messages.
“Mr. Carter, playing games now, are you? You promised you’d be here, didn’t you?”
“Where could you possibly be?”
“Are you planning to show up at all? Will you come or not?”
Despite sending these messages, Norah didn’t receive any response. Her patience was wearing thin, and she couldn’t fathom how the situation had deteriorated to this point. Derek was the one who had proposed the divorce, yet now he was the one avoiding finalizing it.
Resolved to take matters into her own hands, Norah decided to pursue the legal route if he continued to stall. She wondered if Derek had underestimated her resolve.
Tucking her phone away, she made her way outside.
As she stepped out, it started pouring. The timing couldn’t have been worse.
To keep the divorce proceedings on track, she refrained from driving today, knowing her opinion could cause unnecessary delays. She figured the procedure wouldn’t drag on too long and paid no mind to the gloomy weather as she headed out.
Unbeknownst to her, she would end up waiting in vain, caught in the sudden downpour. What a stroke of misfortune!
Opening her contacts list, Norah briefly considered calling Joanna but decided against it. She remembered that Joanna had an important tutorial and didn’t want to disturb her over something so minor.
The rain cascaded down in gleaming strands, the droplets merging with the urban clamor into a symphony of rainfall.
Under normal circumstances, Norah might have found solace in the rain, but Derek’s evasion had sparked a loud rage within her. As she watched the relentless downpour, an impulsive thought struck her.
Embracing the deluge, Norah stepped into the rain, allowing it to drench her, finding an unexpected sense of liberation.
With renewed determination, she made her way to the nearest bus stop.
“Mr. Scott, it looks like that’s Miss Wilson,” Phillip said at a red light, spotting a familiar figure sitting on the roadside, soaked to the bone.
“Let’s check it out,” Sean suggested, momentarily setting aside the documents he was reviewing to glance outside.
The figure of a woman dressed in black stood out even in her disarray. Her attire clung to her form, revealing her silhouette in the downpour. Water dripped from her chestnut-colored hair, obscuring her face as she hung her head low.
For some reason, Sean felt a hint of compassion.
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