Chapter 452:
As Norah observed Shayla’s pale face, her expression grew dark with concern.
“Why haven't you taken Shayla to see a doctor yet?” she asked, her voice full of worry.
Luna’s voice rose in anger. “Norah, what are you implying?”
“My daughter adores you, yet you hope she’s ill. What is wrong with you?” Luna snapped, her frustration clear.
She vividly recalled the first tshe introduced Shayla to Norah. Norah had suggested a hospital visit for a lung
checkup, but she hadn't taken it seriously.
In her eyes, Norah wasn’t omniscient; she couldn’t diagnose someone just by looking at them. Perhaps it was
merely an attempt to frighten her. Her daughter was the picture of health; it was unthinkable that she could be
ill.
“Luna, I've told you before, | want nothing to do with your family. Please stop seekingout.”
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Norah gently held Shayla’s hand and guided her back to Luna.
“Shayla is your daughter. | only offered a suggestion. The choice is yours to make.”
With her eyes cast downward and her voice cold, Norah continued, “Please, don’t botheragain. | have no
intentions of contacting the Wilson family.”
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Luna’s visit today was spurred by her father’s recent business success. His company had secured several
significant orders, and his partner had accidentally mentioned that it was the Scott family who had facilitated
these opportunities, thanks to Norah's influence.
Overjoyed, her father had insisted that she reconnect with Norah to fortify their familial ties.
Shayla, blinking her large eyes, tugged gently at Norah's finger. “Auntie, let's go home.”
Unaware of the complex adult interactions, she simply cherished Norah's presence, drawn to her kindness and
beauty.
“See how much Shayla adores you. My family bears no ill will towards you.”
“Why do you reject us so fiercely?” Luna asked, her voice filled with frustration. “We have no ill will towards
you.” Norah, having grown up an orphan, stood to gain from associating with Luna's family, yet her resistance
puzzled everyone.
“Where have you seen hostility fromtowards your family?” Norah replied, her tone calm but firm. “I simply
wish to keep my distance, nothing more.”
Norah took two steps back, her expression cool.
“If we cross paths, let's pretend we're strangers. Goodbye.”
Luna’s family was relentless, like leeches that clung tightly once they attached themselves. Norah knew the only
way to avoid future complications was to cut ties decisively from the beginning. They saw her as a means to
greater profits, determined to keep her within their reach. Norah understood their motives all too well.
Although she wasn’t very familiar with Corrin and his family, the brief encounters she'd had gave her some
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏminsight into their character. Luna’s efforts to reconnect were likely at Corrin’s request. Norah chuckled to herself.
She was already divorced—what more did they expect to gain from her?
As she walked past Luna, she couldn't help but glance down and smile at Shayla, who was looking up at her with
wide, innocent eyes.
Shayla was remarkably mature for her age. At just two years old, she managed her emotions better than most
children, often comforting her mother and displaying an obedience beyond her years.
Norah's dwindling patience with Luna was preserved solely for Shayla’s sake. Otherwise, she wouldn't have
bothered interacting at all.
The thought of the child's health weighed heavily on her. If treated promptly, Shayla could recover and thrive,
but neglect could jeopardize her development. Norah sincerely hoped Luna would prioritize Shayla’s well-being
and take her advice to seek medical evaluation sooner rather than later.
Though Luna was furious at Norah for suggesting there was something wrong with Shayla’s health, she
eventually considered Norah's respected standing in the medical community. It wouldn't hurt to take Shayla for a
checkup, she thought. If it turned out Shayla was perfectly healthy, she could return with the medical report in
hand, ready to confront Norah and prove her wrong.