Overprotected By My Tsundere CEO-Chapter 632 - 381: Birds of a Feather Flock Together
According to Nora Scott’s analysis, everything made sense.
And it was reasonable.
Precisely because it was "reasonable," Oliver Scott found it even harder to accept, taking a long time to process before he could regain his composure.
He knew Marshall Ferreira regarded him as a rival, as he had always outperformed Marshall since they were young, and Marshall was never convinced by him.
However, he was an upright person, who believed that if someone was unconvinced, they should use their abilities to determine a winner, be it in academics, competitions, or the Mecha contest. A loss is a loss, a win is a win; the skill speaks for itself, there’s no need for words.
Oliver Scott had never imagined that Marshall Ferreira would resort to such despicable means in the shadows.
"Take your time to digest it."
Seeing Oliver Scott regain his composure, Nora Scott’s eyebrows twitched slightly. She gave a brief instruction and was about to head out to call Pedro Langley and Marcus Shaw.
"Sis."
She had just taken a step when Oliver Scott raised his head and suddenly called out to her.
Nora Scott paused in her steps.
"You could think of so much at once..." Oliver Scott looked dejected, with an indescribable sadness on his face. He looked up at Nora Scott and asked in confusion, "Will there be many more people and things like this in the future?"
Glancing at him sideways, Nora Scott said lightly, "No."
Oliver Scott was taken aback.
"People are attracted to similar things, and you find yourself in similar circles as the person you become." Nora Scott paused and then turned the topic with a reminder, "However, one should never be without caution against others."
Oliver Scott’s eyes brightened for a moment.
*
As night fell, Oliver Scott didn’t want to trouble them and let them return first.
Tomorrow was Monday; Nora Scott, Pedro Langley, and Marcus Shaw all had things to attend to, so they didn’t stay forcibly.
Once the three left, Ernesto Scott, who had completed the paperwork, hurried back.
"I’ve hired a caregiver for you, they will arrive early tomorrow morning. You’ll stay well in the hospital this week. If you need anything, just tell Lisa, and she’ll bring it to you," Ernesto Scott instructed as soon as he entered.
Oliver Scott was still absorbed in Nora Scott’s deductions, feeling chilled by the conspiracy behind the matter. Hearing Ernesto Scott’s words, he appeared somewhat dazed.
"Did you hear me?"
Seeing his absent-minded look, Ernesto Scott frowned, his expression quite stern.
"Mm."
Oliver Scott nodded.
Taking a deep breath, Ernesto Scott grew more doubtful inside, and after a few seconds, he questioned suspiciously, "What leverage do they have over you exactly?"
"...I don’t have any."
Oliver Scott touched the back of his neck and spoke softly.
"None?!" Ernesto Scott obviously didn’t believe it, his tone even sterner, "When you were 7, you knew to call the police when seeing a thief, and now at 17, you got beaten up and you still tell us not to call the police! Oliver Scott, do you really think your father is an idiot?!"
Hearing Ernesto Scott’s scolding, Oliver Scott snapped back, pursed his lips, thinking of Ernesto Scott’s previous doubts, the various distrusts, and couldn’t help feeling a little downhearted.
"Dad."
Calling out once, Oliver Scott exhaled, raised his eyes, and looked steadily at Ernesto Scott.
Ernesto Scott frowned at him.
After a pause, Oliver Scott adjusted his emotions and calmly asked Ernesto Scott, "After all, I am your son, can you trust me just once?"
Either suspecting him of getting a girl pregnant outside or associating with shady friends... it was all his fault.
From start to finish, Ernesto Scott didn’t ask once if he was severely injured, if he was in pain.
Ernesto Scott’s brow creased bit by bit, with a stern and gloomy countenance.
Seeing this, Oliver Scott lowered his eyelids.
"I didn’t mean anything else," Ernesto Scott suddenly spoke, "I just wanted to tell you, no matter what leverage they have over you, it doesn’t matter. Speak up, and we can solve it together. You’ve been suppressed too long in your mother’s hands, now that you’re free, taking a wrong step is understandable."
Hearing this, Oliver Scott was astonished.
Rarely speaking to Oliver Scott in this way, after saying it, Ernesto Scott felt a bit awkward, paused for a moment, and then suddenly changed the subject, "However, my son can’t keep walking down the wrong path."
Oliver Scott, pleasantly surprised, hesitated for a long time, then quietly rebutted, "I won’t go down the wrong path."
Ernesto Scott said, "Taking a wrong step, learning a lesson, for someone like you who’s always had smooth sailing, may not be a bad thing."
Oliver Scott: "..." Oh.
Even so, he didn’t want to walk the wrong path.
If he sunk deeper and deeper, he wouldn’t be able to come back.
The father and son indeed had few topics to discuss. Once one topic was exhausted, they didn’t know what to say next.
Ernesto Scott told him to go to bed early, then turned and started to tidy up the empty bed next door.
Oliver Scott was suddenly surprised, suspiciously asking, "Dad, aren’t you leaving?"
"It doesn’t matter where I sleep," Ernesto Scott tidied the bed without turning his head, "It’s too late to go back now, it’ll waste time, I’ll leave when the caregiver arrives in the morning."
"..."
Oliver Scott blinked.
Is this what they call... enigmatic fatherly love?
*
After midnight, the trio headed back to Cloudwater Haven.
When Pedro Langley parked the car, Nora Scott and Marcus Shaw got out first, waiting for Pedro Langley nearby.
"It’s a month until the final exams." Nora Scott seemingly mentioned this topic offhandedly, then suddenly turned her head, her eyelids lifted slightly, she casually asked Marcus Shaw, "What rank will you get this time?"
"Number one in the city."
Looking ahead, Marcus Shaw said it extremely casually.
Nora Scott smirked, "How confident are you?"
"Ten out of ten."
Marcus’s tone was calm but very certain.
Raising an eyebrow, Nora’s eyes showed a faint smile, "I’ll wait for your good news."
Marcus glanced at her, lightly pursing his lips.
*
Nora and Marcus went home, but it didn’t take two minutes before Nora grabbed a bamboo flute and headed next door.
Just after she changed shoes, Pedro Langley opened the bedroom door, looking over with a slightly puzzled gaze.
Nora glanced over and then froze.
The guy came home and within two minutes had taken off his shirt, standing there bare-chested, displaying a perfect ratio of muscles.
Nora gasped, incredulous, "Are you always this wild at home?"
"... About to take a shower."
Pedro raised his eyebrows, speechless.
This morning, Nora had said not to think about touching her for a week. Seeing Nora and Marcus return next door, Pedro thought she wouldn’t come over again, so he could only wash and sleep.
He hadn’t expected to hear some sneaky sounds as soon as he entered the bathroom, which prompted him to take a look.
Nora frowned, "What if someone else had come in?"
"It’s just a glance, no harm done."
"Is that so?"
Nora asked lightly, watching him with a half-smile.
"... "
Strangely, though he was the one bare-chested, it was Pedro who felt a chill under her calm yet playful gaze.
He promptly turned back to his bedroom, put on a shirt, and then stepped back out.
However, Nora was nowhere to be found.
He was startled.
Then, he followed the sound to the side bedroom door, pushed it open, and peered inside to see Nora rummaging through the wardrobe for bedding.
Leaning against the door frame, Pedro watched her with interest, "Did your bedroom get flooded or bombed?"
"Marcus needs to study in the morning, practicing the bamboo flute would disturb him."
Nora found a quilt, tossed it onto the bed in the side bedroom, and clapped her hands.
Pedro asked, "You’d rather crash in my side bedroom than sleep in the master bedroom?"
"No."
"Hmm?"
"The side bedroom is for you, I’ll sleep in your master bedroom." Nora walked over, raised a hand, tapped him lightly on the shoulder, "Besides, I’m not good at making the bed, you handle the rest."
"I’m good at it?"
Pedro was slightly stunned.
"You’re pretty handy." Considering he was Young Master Lucas, Nora didn’t give up, gently guiding him, "The man I’ve set my sights on can’t be incapable of handling such trivial tasks."
Pedro: "..." He didn’t need such empty compliments.
Nora wrapped her arms around his neck, tilted her head slightly, and asked him with a sly smile, "Hey handsome, what did you make me promise last night when I was vulnerable?"
"I’m good at it."
Pedro wisely changed his tune.
—Women can be unreasonable and not keep promises.
This was a thought Nora had spent the morning instilling in him.
"Good boy."
Nora pinched his ear.
She instructed, "Get to bed early."
"... "
With his heart’s desire sleeping in separate rooms, he had no intention of "getting to bed early."
Nora wanted to leave, but Pedro stretched out his arms, wrapped them around her waist, and gently held her.
He asked, "How do you plan to handle Oliver Scott’s situation?"
"It’s a kid’s problem, let the kid solve it himself." Nora raised an eyebrow, detached, "I’m not getting involved."
Pedro chuckled lightly, overflowing with fondness as he gently pinched her nose, "So angry that you’re about to blow up."
"Mm." Nora squinted slightly, seeming to remember, "Speaking of which, those guys don’t seem like ’kids’?"
"And then?"
"Don’t worry, I won’t take their lives." Nora assured him with a smile, the faint smile in her eyes tinged with a bit of coldness, "After all, I’m not a demon."
Pedro couldn’t help but laugh, "Yeah, you’re truly a Heavenly Immortal with a beautiful heart."
Nora was noncommittal.
