"Can I ask you if you want to come back to the Scott family with me?"
The voice trembled, filled with subtle hope, nervousness, caution, and probing, lacking any confidence.
The corridor was silent, the lights dim, as if veiled by a layer of fog, casting a hazy glow.
The man stood opposite Nora Scott, shadows enveloping her. A gust of cool wind swept through, lifting her hair. As her eyelids rose, the light fell into her dark eyes, instantly turning into frost. Light dyed with coldness, transformed into sharp swords.
The corners of her eyes, narrow long eyes, were covered with clear mockery, proud yet indifferent.
She sneered, "Who are you?"
A cool voice, laced with a tone of ridicule, full of disdain and amusement.
The man's expression was extremely complex, urgently shouting, "Nora—"
"Don't get close to me."
The words cut him off, a few impatient words immediately silencing the man.
A moment of quiet.
