My Wife is a Hidden Big Shot-Chapter 176 - 170: Aurora Sinclair is a Hidden Big Shot
Aurora Sinclair’s expression shifted slightly. She pressed her lips together and walked into the inner room.
She found Alvin Morgan lying on a single bed, coughing violently in pain.
She hurried over and placed her hand on his forehead.
"Morgan, you’re feeling sick again?"
"Mmm..." Alvin Morgan suppressed the strange sensation in his throat, letting out a hoarse sound.
"Open your mouth. I’m going to spray this." Aurora Sinclair opened the throat-soothing spray in her hand, ready to administer it.
Seeing this, Luna Jennings forgot all about the handsome man and rushed into the room. "Aurora, you shouldn’t lie down when you’re coughing. Have Professor Morgan sit up."
"Huh?"
"If you cough while lying down, saliva can go down your windpipe and make it worse..."
Alvin Morgan: ...
Aurora Sinclair set the spray bottle aside and helped him sit up. Luna Jennings’s heart clenched. ’Aurora is just too considerate of him.’
She finally got a clear look at the man’s face on the bed and was so stunned she couldn’t react for a moment. He looked so much like Darius Lynch when he first debuted.
Luna Jennings’s eyes widened as she muttered to herself, "The resemblance is uncanny..."
Alvin Morgan only bore a fifty-percent resemblance to his paternal uncle, Darius Lynch, but they both had the same "peach blossom eyes," so they could easily be mistaken for one another at a glance.
Aurora Sinclair nodded. "Very similar."
Alvin Morgan had seen photos of Luna Jennings before. He knew she was Aurora Sinclair’s best friend from high school and was currently studying at Kingsford University. Her parents and grandparents were all teachers at Kingsford, so she came from a relatively simple background.
"I’m sorry for interrupting your meal... COUGH COUGH COUGH..."
Alvin Morgan’s voice was laced with weakness, and his coughs sounded like he was about to hack up a lung, making one’s heart ache to hear it.
A trace of worry appeared in Aurora Sinclair’s eyes. She poured him a glass of water and helped him drink it slowly.
Then she took out her phone to call Beta Morgan, but Alvin Morgan grabbed her wrist.
Benjamin Morgan chimed in at the right moment, "Aurora, our master just has a bad cough; he doesn’t have a fever. You two haven’t eaten yet, have you? We were just about to go eat ourselves. Why don’t we go together?"
Hearing the word "master," Luna Jennings glanced between the two men, puzzled.
It seemed like a form of address only used by people from the Great Families. She remembered Mona Lowell mentioning it before.
The larger a Great Family’s clan, the more rules they had. They typically required their household staff to use archaic titles like "Young Master," "Miss," "Family Head," and "Madam" to distinguish the status and position of family members.
This was especially true for very traditional families, which also made distinctions between the Core Lineage and collateral branches.
’Could these two also be from one of the Great Families?’
’Last name... Morgan? Arcadian University’s College of Physics...’
Suddenly, as if she’d realized something, Luna Jennings’s face went pale. She subconsciously took two steps back. "Mor... Mor... The Morgans..."
Seeing the girl look like she’d seen a ghost, practically ready to jump out of her skin, Benjamin Morgan couldn’t help but chuckle. "Please keep this a secret..."
Luna Jennings covered her mouth and nodded repeatedly. Her cautious demeanor was almost comical.
"No need to be nervous. We’re just ordinary people. How about we all go grab a casual meal together now? My master has been wanting to thank you for taking care of Aurora in high school..."
***
Luna Jennings felt a bit surreal at that moment. Dazed, she took her brother down to the underground parking garage in a private elevator, then brazenly got into the car belonging to the "national treasure’s" family, and they drove off the Arcadian University campus.
After getting out of the car, she stared at Aurora Sinclair’s face in a daze and said in disbelief, "Aurora, pinch me. I need to see if I’m dreaming."
"OW—that hurts..." She turned to see her little stinker of a brother grinning and making a funny face. "Are you dreaming, sis?"
"You little brat!" Luna Jennings clutched her reddened hand and raised it to hit him.
Nancy Jennings quickly ran and hid behind Alvin Morgan, continuing to make faces at her.
Luna Jennings’s expression changed. Just as she was about to call him back, she saw Alvin Morgan raise his hand and ruffle her brother’s hair. "How old are you?"
"Five and a half."
Nancy Jennings wasn’t as reserved as Luna Jennings. He even pulled a tablet out of his backpack. "Big brother, do you play games? We can add each other as friends."
Luna Jennings slapped her forehead. ’This silly brother of mine...’
"Nancy Jennings—"
Alvin Morgan smiled. "Okay..."
"..."
Luna Jennings was stunned, utterly shocked. ’What did I just hear?’
’A Morgan wants to add my brother as a friend in a game?’
’Are they all this easygoing?’
Her brain couldn’t quite process it. According to Mona Lowell, the Morgan Family ranked first among all the Great Families. Every one of them was incalculably prestigious and could not be easily offended. But wasn’t this man in front of her a little *too* approachable?
"Luna, it’s time to go." Aurora Sinclair gave her a slight pull, her expression perfectly calm, as if knowing the Morgans was the most ordinary thing in the world.
Luna Jennings suddenly felt like she had latched onto a powerful backer. ’Could Aurora be one of those legendary hidden gems, a secret big shot?’
***
During the meal, Nancy Jennings suddenly exclaimed, "Whoa! Big brother, you’re the super-support Madam Whitlock from online? Can you give my sister an autograph? She totally worships you..."
Luna Jennings’s heart skipped a beat. Because of Aurora Sinclair, she paid close attention to the game *Conquest of Glory*.
Especially when Aurora Sinclair had participated in the open qualifiers, she had watched every moment from start to finish with her brother. She never missed a single livestream of Aurora’s matches, so of course she knew how formidable the killer-support, Madam Whitlock, was.
She also played a Healer account and had once fantasized about being Aurora Sinclair’s perfect support. Unfortunately, her skills were too poor, and her brother always made fun of her for it.
But Madam Whitlock’s explosive debut had completely made players redefine the Healer class. She had become a huge fan, even telling Aurora to help her get Madam Whitlock’s autograph when she got back.
But Aurora had gone for military training just a few days after returning, and then it was the start of the semester at Arcadian University, so this was the first time they’d met up since.
Luna Jennings’s heart felt a little heavy. She took her phone out of her pocket, logged into the game, and held it out with both hands. "Professor Morgan, you’re my idol! Please add me as a friend! I’m your biggest fan in the game!"
Alvin Morgan smiled. ’Becoming Aurora’s best friend’s idol... not a bad idea!’
But when he took her phone, he saw the signature under her game profile picture: "Darius Lynch is my one and only husband!!!"
Alvin Morgan: ...
***
「Meanwhile」 A flashy, flamboyant purple sports car pulled up in front of the Academy of History. A man in a floral shirt and sunglasses got out, instantly drawing everyone’s attention.
Arcadian University had no shortage of rich people, but someone this ostentatious and flashy was a rare sight, especially parked right in front of the Academy of History. It was enough to set people’s imaginations running wild.
"Excuse me, which classroom is Aurora Sinclair in?" Arthur Lockwood stopped a male student walking out of the building.
The student’s eyes immediately grew wary. "What do you want with her?"
Arthur Lockwood chuckled. "A private matter, of course."
"Don’t know..." The student walked away quickly, pulling out his phone to send a message to his class group chat.
[Brothers, we have a hostile! Location: Academy entrance. Dandy in a floral shirt and sunglasses.]
Soon, the message had spread to the phones of every male student in the Academy of History.
Arthur Lockwood asked several more male students inside the Academy of History, but all of them just shook their heads and claimed not to know. They were even guarding against him like he was a thief. ’Did they really think I couldn’t see the wariness in their eyes?’
"I’m Aurora Sinclair’s sworn brother. I need to see her about something."
"Why don’t you just call her directly?"
"If I could reach her, would I need to come here?" Arthur Lockwood muttered under his breath.
The professional league was starting soon, and he had called her several times today, only to be met with the BEEP-BEEP-BEEP of a system tone.
At first, he thought Aurora Sinclair had put her phone on airplane mode for class, but it was still the same when he called at noon.
Abel Lockwood said, "Master, there’s another possibility. Miss Aurora might have blocked you!"
’Knowing Aurora Sinclair’s personality, she would never do something like that.’
’This was definitely the work of that petty, scheming, grudge-holding man!’
