Nora Scott sluggishly returned home.
She sat on the sofa in a daze.
Fond memories of regrettable events drifted into her mind…
She felt a momentary urge to die.
Why did she agree to him?
This is such an embarrassing thing.
"Click—"
The door was pushed open.
Marcus Shaw and Oliver Scott walked out of the study, and immediately caught sight of Nora sitting crouched on the sofa, frowning slightly, and tapping her forehead with her hand. They were both taken aback.
?
What's up with our beautiful, spirited sister today?
She seems a bit out of it.
Marcus was fine, he glanced once and retracted his gaze.
—Lately, Nora has been studying acting, and her behavior is already odd, so nothing she does is surprising.
"Sis."
Scratching his nose, Oliver called out.
Immediately, Nora turned her head and glared at him, "What are you doing?"
A bit cold.
Could she have quarreled with her husband?
