Chapter 13 Did Kalista Lose Her Memory?
Nora was taken to the police station.
Since she hadn't been convicted, she was held as a suspect in a detention cell.
Nora sat there despondently, feeling miserable inside.
Isaac had actually sent her to jail over Kalista.
But she was clearly the victim.
It seemed that Isaac really had no feelings left for her, perhaps even utter disdain.
For the past three years, she had gone to great lengths, bending over backward to win him back. She even offered to donate blood to Kalista just to see him smile.
Looking back now, everything she had done these past three years seemed like a joke.
Outside the police station, Wesley silently sighed as he read Isaac's text.
"Let her stay inside for the night without interrogation and get her out in the morning."
"I just can't figure out Isaac's logic. If he can't stand to see Nora suffer, why send her to the police station in the first place?"
Wesley shook his head and put away his phone.
He drove off, deciding to buy Nora some late-night food to bring to her.
Nora hadn't had dinner after leaving Katie's birthday party early; surely, she was hungry by now.
When he delivered the food, he'd say it was from Isaac, putting in a good word for him.
Shortly after Wesley left, a sleek and understated Maybach pulled up in front of the station.
A tall man with an athletic build stepped out and made his way inside.
Soon after, Nora was led out of the holding cell by an officer. "Nora, someone has posted your bail; you are free to go."
Nora stared blankly at the officer.
Who would bail her out?
She hadn't mentioned this situation to anyone after being brought to the station.
Who knew she had been detained, and who would come to bail her out?
Could it be Isaac?
Her heart raced at the thought.
With a restless heart, Nora followed the officer out of the cell and left the station.
Reaching the entrance, she saw a tall, statuesque man standing outside.
The man slowly turned around.
He had a handsome face and a gentlemanly demeanor.
He carried himself like nobility; his movements filled with grace and poise.
Nora recognized the man.
But it wasn't Isaac.
A wave of disappointment and self-mockery washed over her.
What would it take for her to give up completely?
Isaac now hated her, and yet she had hoped he would come to bail her out.
She was deluding herself.
"Nora, it's been a long time," the man said, his gentle voice as refreshing as his aura.
Nora snapped back to reality and asked, "Mortimer, what are you doing here?"
The man was none other than the immovable barrier positioned between her and Isaac—Mortimer Radcliffe.
Following an incident four years prior, Mortimer left Aridonia and hasn't returned since.
It had been that long since Nora had laid eyes on him.
She knew Mortimer had recently come back to Aridonia.
She had thought that even if she didn't reach out to Mortimer, being in the same place meant it was only a matter of time before their paths crossed.
But she never imagined that they'd meet again under such circumstances.
How did Mortimer find out she was detained?
She had only been at the police station for less than an hour, brought in by Isaac when Mortimer bailed her out.
The speed of his response made her wonder if Mortimer had been keeping tabs on her all this time.
Mortimer chuckled lightly and said, "I had some business at the hospital tonight. Right as I arrived, I happened to see you and Wesley leaving. I thought I'd say hello and follow you, not expecting to end up here."
Nora pursed her lips, neither confirming nor denying his explanation.
"Let's get out of here. This isn't the best place to talk," Mortimer suggested.
Nora nodded in agreement.
As Mortimer walked over to the passenger side, he graciously opened the door for her with a gesture.
"Thank you," Nora said as she got into the car.
They slowly drove off.
While driving, Mortimer spoke up, "I heard about the incident at the party. Haven't had dinner yet, have you? What do you feel like having? I'll take you."
"I'm not hungry; just take me home," Nora replied, intending to pull up her address on the GPS for him.
Just then, her stomach betrayed her with a poorly timed growl.
Her cheeks warmed slightly with embarrassment.
Mortimer placed a hand to his mouth, suppressing the smile that rebelled at the edges.
"How about Italian? I remember it used to be your favorite," he offered.
Nora involuntarily swallowed, her stomach rumbling again.
Despite the protests from her belly, she shook her head, declining once more.
"Let's do it next time; Italian doesn't seem quite right tonight," she hedged.
"I also took a tumble earlier, and now my dress is stained and uncomfortable," she added.
Mortimer asked, concern edging his voice, "Where did you fall? Are you hurt?"
"I'm fine; you don't need to worry," Nora responded dismissively.
She was hurt. And it was painful.
But she didn't want Mortimer to worry, so she chose to hide it.
Mortimer's voice took on a serious note. "It looks like you're hurt; I'll drive you to the hospital."
Nora quickly protested, "I'm really okay; please don't take me to the hospital!"
"With what I know about you, I can tell when you're lying. Besides, your movements getting into the car were slow and stiff, obviously because you're in pain," Mortimer insisted.
Nora let out a helpless sigh. "Your observation skills are too sharp; nothing gets past you."
"I am hurt, but it's just a superficial wound; it's not serious. I don't want to go to the hospital. Just take me home; I have a first-aid kit there."
Mortimer wanted to argue.
But before he could say anything else, Nora was firmer this time. "Please, I hate hospitals; I really don't want to go."
"Alright, if you don't want to go, we won't. I'll take you home," he agreed.
"Thanks."
She set the destination on the map app for him to follow.
Shortly after they left, Wesley had finished buying late-night snacks and returned to the police station.
Entering the station in high spirits with snacks in hand, he was shocked to learn that Nora had been bailed out!
At first, he thought Isaac had personally bailed Nora out.
But when he saw the name of the person who posted bail, his snacks fell straight to the floor.
"Mortimer! How could it be him? Anyone but him—Isaac's number one rival!"
Wesley pulled out his phone and called Isaac in a panic.
"Mr. Porter, we've got a problem; Nora's been bailed out by Mortimer!"
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