Chapter 287 A Case of Mistaken Identity, Perhaps?
Nora's voice echoed in the quiet room, "Evella, do you think your brother is using me as a shield because he dislikes Ms. Moore?"
Evella shook her head, her eyes clouded with uncertainty. "I can't be sure. He's my uncle's son, and I've never seen him behave in such a manner."
Nora's gaze softened, "You've only recently returned to the Remington family, haven't you? Perhaps you're not as familiar with him as you think."
Evella nodded in agreement, "You're right, Nora. I'll have a word with him when I return home, try to convince him not to focus his attention on you."
Nora gave a nod of approval, "Let's eat now."
"I'll go and get you another soup," Evella offered, her tone sympathetic. Nora's soup had been accidentally spilled by Luna Moore, and Evella was ready to replace it.
Nora waved her off, "No need, let's just eat."
Evella settled down across from her, pushing her untouched bowl of soup toward Nora, "Then we'll share this."
"Sure," Nora replied, her smile genuine. She didn't mind sharing.
They continued their meal in companionable silence. Afterward, Nora excused herself and returned to her laboratory.
In the afternoon, an unexpected visitor arrived at the lab - Sandy.
Nora looked at her in surprise, "Sandy, aren't you supposed to be on leave, resting?"
Sandy chuckled, her eyes sparkling with amusement, "I'm fine, just bored out of my mind at home. It's more enjoyable to be immersed in the lab atmosphere."
Nora shook her head, a smirk playing on her lips, "Let me check your pulse first."
"Okay," Sandy agreed, extending her hand to Nora.
After a quick examination, Nora sighed, "It's a bit weak, but nothing serious. Sandy, you're pushing yourself too hard."
Sandy merely grinned in response, not uttering a word before diving back into her work. Inspired by her dedication, Nora and the rest of the research staff followed suit, immersing themselves in their tasks for the rest of the afternoon.
As evening approached, Nora paused her experiment, rubbing her sore neck. She made her way to the rest area, intending to get a drink of water. There, she found Sandy, her complexion pale, resting in a chair.
"Sandy, are you okay?" Nora asked, concern lacing her voice.
"I'm fine," Sandy replied, managing a weak smile.
Nora handed her a glass of water, "Drink this."
"Thanks," Sandy murmured, gratefully accepting the water and taking a few sips.
"Sandy, you're not fully recovered yet. You really can't keep overworking yourself. If your brother knew about this, he'd be really worried," Nora said, her tone gentle.
Sandy's smile faltered slightly, and she averted her gaze, choosing to remain silent. Her phone suddenly rang, breaking the silence. She hesitated for a moment before declining the call. A few seconds later, it rang again. Sandy looked somewhat helpless as she stared at her phone screen before finally answering the call.
"Hello."
"Where are you?" The man's anger was palpable, even through the phone line.
Sandy pursed her lips, "I'm at the lab."
"At the lab? Don't you know you're not well?"
"My health is my own business, and it's not a big problem."
"I'll be at your campus gate in five minutes, you better come out now."
The man finished speaking and hung up.
Nora, who had been observing Sandy's changing expressions, asked, "Was that your brother on the phone?" She hadn't heard the conversation, but it was clear from Sandy's reactions that there had been a disagreement.
"Yeah. I gotta go," Sandy responded, rising to her feet to prepare to leave.
"I'll walk with you," Nora offered, quickly catching up. She was curious to meet the brother she had never seen before. Fearing that Sandy might lose her temper, they bid a quick farewell to their mentor, gathered their belongings, and headed toward the university entrance.
A sleek, black Bentley was parked by the roadside, an unmistakable beacon to Sandy. She recognized it as belonging to Kenneth.
Her lips tightened into a thin line as she turned to Nora, "Nora, that's your brother's car."
A simple "Oh" was Nora's response, her head bobbing in acknowledgment as she prepared to accompany Sandy to meet Kenneth.
As they began their journey across the street, a masculine voice echoed from a short distance away, "Cora."
Sandy's stride faltered, her steps halting abruptly. She swiveled to face the newcomer, her fingers instinctively clenching.
The man stood tall, a good six feet, exuding an air of casual confidence. He was dragging a hefty suitcase behind him, making a beeline for Sandy.
"Cora, it is you!" He exclaimed, dropping his suitcase to the ground. He took a moment to visually assess Sandy before pulling her into a warm embrace. "Why haven't you been answering my calls? Do you know how worried I was?"
Nora watched the scene unfold, a look of surprise etched on her face.
What did he call Sandy? Cora? Had he mistaken her for someone else?
Across the street, Kenneth emerged from the Bentley, his expression icy. He strode purposefully towards them, "Let her go!"
The man glanced at Kenneth but before he could react, Sandy had already extriEvellad herself from his grasp.
"Sir, you have the wrong person," she said, her voice firm.
The man looked at her, stunned, "Cora, you..."
"I am not this Cora you're talking about. You've mistaken me for someone else," Sandy interrupted, her face paling slightly.
By this time, Kenneth had reached her side, wrapping an arm protectively around her as he shot a piercing glance at the man.
"What's going on?" He asked.
"He mistook me for someone else," Sandy replied tersely, then added, "Let's go."
Kenneth gave her a brief look before turning to leave, his arm still securely around her.
However, the man quickly stepped in front of them, blocking their path. "How could I mistake you for someone else? Cora, what's going on? I'm your boyfriend, Zephyr!"
Sandy's grip tightened, "I told you, I'm not Cora, and I don't know you."
"No, you are Cora!" Zephyr's voice was desperate as he reached out to pull Sandy back.
Kenneth swiftly brushed off his hand. His dark eyes narrowed into dangerous slits as he warned, "What Cora? Sir, this is my wife. Please step aside and don't make me lose my patience with you if you persist in this harassment!"
Without another word, he led Sandy across the street.
Nora, utterly bewildered, wanted to approach and greet Kenneth.
But in the end, she remained rooted to the spot.
The prospect of reestablishing familial ties held little appeal for her. Whether she acknowledged any connection to Kenneth was now irrelevant.
What intrigued her more was the man standing beside her, and Sandy's reaction to him.
She seemed anxious, a faint aura of sorrow enveloping her.
"Stop, please stop, Cora, don't go!" Zephyr's desperate plea echoed as he watched Kenneth's car pull away, and he gave chase.
But how could two legs compete with four wheels?
As Kenneth's car disappeared around a corner, another vehicle came hurtling from the opposite direction, narrowly missing Zephyr.
The car screeched to a halt, stopping just an inch away from him.
Zephyr stood there, stunned, his world in disarray.
"Cora, what’s going on? Why do you pretend not to recognize me? Someone else's wife? You’re married to someone else?"
"Are you crazy? If you want to die, go somewhere else and don’t put others in danger! Seriously bad luck!" The driver muttered a curse before driving away.
Nora, having witnessed the entire scene, felt her heart leap into her throat.
She quickly ran to Zephyr, "Are you alright?"
Zephyr slowly turned his head to look at her, his voice hoarse, "Do you know her?"
Nora nodded, "Yes."
"What's her name?"
"Sandy."
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