Chapter 37 Thinking about her.
Jenny felt weak in the knees.
She glanced at Nora, whose face was pale.
Nora squeezed her hand, looking towards Edric.
"Edric, it's all a big misunderstanding, please be generous and don't hold it against us."
Jenny nodded repeatedly, flashing a pleading smile, "Mr. Edric, I apologize, I misunderstood you."
Edric looked at her, his tone cool, "So, a simple apology is supposed to make everything alright?"
Jenny stole a glance at him and muttered, "It's not entirely my fault. Your reputation does precede you. When my girl's involved, I have to be cautious."
Edric, who had managed to tamp down his irritation, felt it flare up again.
"Jenny, it seems you don't value your job anymore?"
"Jenny, that's enough," Nora urged, tugging at Jenny's hand in haste.
Jenny, with a mix of guilt and unease, handed another coffee to the man as his smirk felt unnervingly mischievous.
"Mr. Edric, look, if you're mad, how about you splash this on me too?"
Edric held her gaze steadily and finally said with thinly veiled annoyance, "I'm not that petty. You'll forfeit a month's bonus and come with me to get a replacement outfit."
Jenny's mouth fell open, ready to argue, but upon meeting Edric's cool stare, she silently conceded, hanging her head.
She passed the shopping bags to Nora.
"Here are the things I picked out for the kids. I'll have to skip the shopping trip with you."
Nora felt a twinge of guilt; it was her fault her friend was being penalized.
"Edric, I want to apologize again. Please, don't take it out on Jenny."
Edric glanced at Jenny, a playful smirk curving his lips. "Don't worry, I'm not one to hold petty grudges."
With a casual wave to Nora, Edric led Jenny away into the mall while Jenny cast a reassuring look back and hurried after him.
Nora glanced at the items in her hands, seeing that Jenny had been quite thorough with her purchases, and found herself lacking the desire to browse any further. So, she decided to head home.
As she drove, Nora suddenly realized a car had been tailing her. It was on the deserted Tri Forks Junction that the vehicle forced her to a stop.
Sitting in her car and eyeing the four men approaching with crowbars in hand, her heart skipped a beat. They had the look of trouble.
What did they want?
As someone tried to open her car door, she quickly locked it.
"Get out!" came a demand from outside.
Nora ignored them and reached for her phone to call the police. A loud thud resounded as the window gave way to a spiderweb of cracks from the impact of a crowbar.
"Getting out or what?" the man outside growled, losing patience as he tugged at the door again.
Nora calmed herself and discreetly slipped a pen into her pocket from her purse before opening the door.
Faced with the menacing quartet, she feigned calm, "Who are you guys?"
"Quit the chatter. Get in," one of the men snapped, snatching her bag and shoving her towards their car.
Nora didn't protest; she was pushed into the car, watching and waiting.
The car sped off, arriving at a desolate warehouse before long. Inside, a few more figures were present—one shirtless, engrossed in his phone, flaunting an eerie eagle tattoo on his arm.
"Chad, the guest has arrived."
Someone roughly shoved Nora forward.
The man named Chad looked Nora up and down.
"So, you're Charles's eldest daughter, Nora?"
She steadied herself, "Yes, that's me."
"Not bad looking at all," Chad commented with a wicked grin, tossing a document at her.
"Let's get to it—sign here."
Nora glanced down and caught sight of the words "Divorce Agreement."
She bent down and picked up the paper from the floor.
It really was a divorce agreement!
Had her father or Martha and her daughter orchestrated this?
Clutching the document, a suspicion crept into her mind.
These guys looked like gang members.
And Martha's benefactor, Mr. Wyat, had connections everywhere in his youth.
So, were they Mr. Wyat's cronies?
With this realization, Nora's demeanor cooled.
"You're Mr. Wyat's men?" she ventured.
At her words, Chad raised an eyebrow, "Oh, you know Mr. Wyat? You've got some good intel, huh?"
"I know more than just Mr. Wyat. I also know he was just in a serious car accident and that Dr. Sun saved his life."
Chad narrowed his eyes and assessed her anew, "You're awfully well-informed, aren't you? Less chitchat, just sign the damn thing."
"I need to speak with Mr. Wyat," Nora stated plainly.
Chad scoffed, "You think you can just call Mr. Wyat whenever you like? Don’t flatter yourself."
"If I don’t get to speak with Mr. Wyat today, you'll all regret it," Nora responded calmly.
Laughter broke out among the group.
"Chad, is this woman crazy or just full of herself?"
"Regardless, didn't Mr. Wyat want to teach her a lesson, something about scarring her pretty face? But hey, why don’t we have a little fun first, guys?"
The men's jeering filled the room.
Nora watched as one of them sauntered over with a nasty smile, reaching out to touch her face.
Her expression darkened, and in a flash, she whipped out a pen and drove it fiercely into the man's side.
He yelped and stumbled, collapsing to the ground.
The mocking laughter stopped abruptly, replaced by shock.
"Nora, what the hell did you do to him?"
Chad, on high alert now, glared at Nora.
"Can't you tell? I'm well-versed in acupuncture points" Nora stated coolly. "Mr. Wyat owes his life to Dr. Sun."
Chad's gaze was locked on Nora, his face was pale. It took a moment before he found his voice, "You... you're telling me you're Dr. Sun?"
"I need to speak with Mr. Wyatt," was Nora's steadfast reply.
Without hesitation, Chad whipped out his phone and called Mr. Wyatt.
"Mr. Wyatt, it's Chad."
"Ah, have you got her?"
"We've got her, but she wants to talk to you."
Chad glanced at Nora before handing over the phone.
Nora took the phone, "Mr. Wyatt, you just had a narrow escape from death, is this how you treat your savior?"
Mr. Wyatt was taken aback, not quite following.
"What are you talking about? You're my savior?"
"Isn't it obvious? Without me, you'd be in a vegetative state forever." Nora's voice was cool, detached.
Mr. Wyatt's breath hitched, stammering, "You... you're Dr. Sun? How is that possible?"
"Don't believe me? Mr. Wyatt," Nora chided.
Mr. Wyatt fell silent before finally speaking, "Give the phone back to Chad."
Nora passed the phone to Chad.
Chad took it eagerly, "Mr. Wyatt?"
"Where are you guys?"
"We're at an abandoned warehouse on the east outskirts."
"Look after her well; I'm on my way."
"Got it."
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