Chapter 94 Are You Feeling Better

"What else?" Sean asked.

"I breached the Fox Alliance's network and unearthed something odd," a voice replied.

Sean then saw a document pop up on his screen.

"I intercepted this call recording from Hilda's phone. The Fox Alliance is hired to orchestrate this pursuit against Miss Wilson."

Sean played the audio, listening to two women's voices. His expression grew stormier by the minute.

"It seems we've stumbled upon a plot. The Fox Alliance was hired to target Miss Wilson. Luckily, Miss Wilson managed to escape. Had they captured her, she'd have faced unimaginable horrors back at their headquarters."

A wave of fury swept over Sean. "Can you trace the mastermind behind this?"

"Just a sec. Alright. Got it. I'm sending over the location now."

Sean hurriedly checked the address. It was a mansion in Glophia. A quick search revealed the owner. Derek Carter.

Sean frowned. Derek? The same Derek who was divorcing Norah for the other woman? He wasn't privy to all the details, but he suspected that Norah's incident was somehow linked to Derek's affair. He recalled the other woman's name was Madeline.

Upon awakening, Norah's head spun wildly. A sharp pain on her left side made her wince. Then, she recalled she'd been stabbed and had passed out in her vehicle.

Norah's blood tumed cold. Realizing her predicament, panic set in. Looking around, she was

clearly not in her car. She wondered where was this place.

The room was dim, making it hard to register anything. A slight, yet familiar scent hung in the air.

Norah, grappling with her shoulder pain, tried to sit up and scan her surroundings. It didn't take long for her to recognize the room. Wasn't this the Scott family's guest room, where she'd stayed before?

The linens were fresh, the wardrobe now painted white, and the floor boasted a plush wool carpet. A petite coffee table and a swing chair ocoupled one comer. Despite the minor changes, it was unmistakably the same room.

The realization that she was in Sean's residence brought a wave of relief to Norah. Though unsure of how she got here, she felt safe.

That was when she noticed someone had changed her clothes and tended to her stab wound. A flush of embarrassment and imitation washed over her. Could Sean have been the one to treat her wound? The thought of him seeing her exposed left her mortified. As she mulled over this, she was furious.

Then, the soft tread of footsteps neared the door. Norah reclined and shut her eyes, feigning asleep.

The door creaked open, and a lamp near the bed bathed the space in a warm glow.

Sean tiptoed to the bed, gazing at the resting figure. Norah's eyelids were closed, and her brow was furrowed, signaling unrest. He leaned in, brushing her forehead with his hand. Her skin was warm but lacked the heat of a fever.

His fingers drifted, smoothing the creases of her brow. "Don't fret. I'm here with you," he murmured, his voice a comforting rumble. Unaware she was only pretending, he scrutinized her briefly before exiting.

Only after the door clicked shut did Norah start to breathe heavily. Sean was her rescuer! She had chosen to feign sleep, not ready to confront anyone just yet.

Sean's words lingered in her mind, thrilling her. She clasped her chest, willing her heart to calm.

Yet, the flutter of excitement was uncontrollable as she pondered the depth of Sean's statement.

Eventually, sleep claimed her.

When morning arrived, Norah gingerly sat up. Sean's words still echoed in her, causing her heart to skip. Why would Sean say such things to her, assuming she was asleep?

A knock sounded, followed by Sean's voice. "May I enter, Norah?"

Norah glanced down at the simple white nightgown adorning her. "Please, come in."

Sean entered, bearing a glass of warm water. "How are you feeling?" he inquired softly, offering the glass.

Norah propped herself up cautiously to avoid straining her shoulder. She accepted the water, savoring the relief it brought to her parched throat after a few sips.

"Much better. Thank you." Clutching the glass, she averted her gaze. "How did I end up here?"

Caught in the whirlwind of events, Norah could only recall waking up fleetingly after her ordeal.

Seated next to her bed, Sean took his time detailing how he had brought her here, summoned

a female doctor to attend to her injuries, and ensured her clothes were changed for comfort.

The relief that washed over Norah upon learning a female family doctor had been responsible

for her change of clothes was palpable.

The thought of Sean undertaking such a task would have left her mortified. Yet, she realized, had the situation been otherwise, she would have had to resign herself to it.

"Norah, can you tell me what really happened last night?" Sean inquired, his voice laced with a hint of understanding, eager to hear her recount of the events.

With a rueful smile, Norah recounted, "Just my luck, another perilous encounter. Those assailants were linked to the Fox Alliance. This time, a woman and several men attempted to lure me into a trap. I was surrounded by over twenty of them. Fortunately, I managed to escape and dart away in my car, though not without sustaining this injury. She gestured toward her wound.

Suddenly remembering something, she added, "I need to ask for a leave. Oh, no! My phone was left in the car."

At that, Seari offered her a white phone, urging, "Make your call first."

Norah placed the glass she was holding onto the bedside table, accepted the phone, and promptly notified Jamison about needing a week off to recover from her injury.

A week, she hoped, would suffice for her wound to heal properly.

Jamison, now more understanding toward Norah, didn't hesitate to grant her the leave.

After concluding the call, Norah looked up to find Sean pondering aloud, "You're always so

focused on your work. You're the celebrated Supernatural Doctor. Why do you choose to work in a private hospital in Glophia?"

Caught off guard by the question, Norah countered, "And why do you, Mr. Scott, invest your time in a small tech company? It hardly compares to the scale of your other ventures within the Scott Group."

She was genuinely puzzled by his interest in Nexa Tech, a company that seemed insignificant against the backdrop of his vast business empire, mirroring his curiosity about her dedication to Silver Boulder Private Hospital.

With an enigmatic smile, Sean probed further, "What do you think is my reason, Norah?" His gaze held a mix of intrigue and amusement, inviting her to explore the layers behind his choices.