As soon as Lorraine Hughes walked through the door, a teacup was hurled at her, and she dodged to the side.
Mrs. Hughes sat on the sofa with a grim face, and Mr. Hughes roared, "Lorraine Hughes! Have you grown bold? How dare you put Haley Summers in the hospital! Go and kneel before Haley and apologize!"
Annabelle Hughes naturally explained everything in detail to Mr. and Mrs. Hughes, emphasizing specifically that it was Lorraine who acted!
Mrs. Hughes, who used to stand by Mr. Hughes, also changed her stance, "Belle, it's not your mom's place to speak, but even if you're dissatisfied with Haley and Grace Ann, you can't be so headstrong. After all, the Summers Family specifically named Grace as the one for engagement; there's no need for you to vent your anger on Haley. Even if you can't enter the Summers Family's door, Dad and I will find a good family for you otherwise, how could you hit someone in public and embarrass both our families?!"
Lorraine's face was devoid of emotion, and she walked straight upstairs, deaf to their words.
"What's your attitude! Do you have any manners?"
"No need to bother!"
She went upstairs and locked her door, blocking out the shouting from downstairs.
Lorraine's room was small, a converted attic of just about ten square meters, with only a small desk at the head of a single bed.
She took out a dusty laptop from the drawer, patiently cleaned it, then connected the power and pressed the power button.
The old laptop was slow to run, but it didn't hinder Lorraine's operation in the slightest, with her slender fingers swiftly moving across the keyboard.
...
At the same moment, Thomas Lucas's phone suddenly alarmed, and he exclaimed excitedly, "Nathan, there's news!"
Nathan Bolton, resting in the back seat of the car, didn't even open his eyes and said indifferently, "Speak."
"916! It's a signal from a 916 member!" Thomas Lucas had a special device that would alert him whenever a 916 member went online and triggered the database.
Nathan Bolton casually picked up the laptop from the storage compartment to check, his long fingers suddenly froze, seemingly unable to believe the data in front of him.
By the time he tapped the code to trace, there was no sign left.
Thomas Lucas moved forward at a snail's pace, observing Nathan Bolton's expression through the rearview mirror.
In less than ten minutes, Nathan Bolton had already closed the laptop.
"Nathan, who was it?"
"White Wolf."
"How is that possible!" Thomas Lucas stubbornly refused to believe it, "The rumor is that White Wolf disappeared a year ago, resurrected?"
Nathan Bolton ignored him, a step too late, missing the person.
Nathan didn't even take White Wolf to heart, instead picked up a white jade porcelain bottle to examine it closely.
The cough syrup's effect was so good; he hadn't coughed since, and his body felt unprecedentedly light.
The Bolton Clan's medical team could not produce such a remedy; how did she possess it?
"Look into Lorraine Hughes."
Thomas Lucas chuckled, "I say, Nathan, claiming you don't have an interest in her, yet you're already looking into her background? Heard that the old man in your family is quite concerned about your well-being, hoping through hints that you might bring home a wife..."
Nathan Bolton weighed the bottle in his palm, "I plan to talk to Old Lucas about your life plans soon."
"No, I admit my mistake, isn't that enough? I'll look into it right away!" He really didn't want to be scolded by his grandfather.