<h4>Chapter 83: Chapter 82: The Blue of the Sea</h4>
North City, 1:00 a.m.
Bet Family Vi.
This is where Norman Bet was born, yet it is no longer his home. This ce has changed beyond recognition!
He couldn’t even see the asparagus fern his mother nted at the entrance; it had been reced with tung oil flowers, his stepmother’s favorite.
He stood at the entrance for more than ten minutes. The servants, under his orders, dared not report his arrival, all standing with heads lowered.
Soon, Norman Bet received a call from Raymond Wood.
"Boss, everything is in ce."
...
"Young Master, you’ve returned, but the Master hasn’t slept yet," an old butler respectfully said to Norman Bet.
As soon as he entered the house, he heard Philip Bet’s angry voice.
"Back again." Philip Bet sat on the sofa, looking at his son who rushed back in the middle of the night. Although he felt dissatisfied, seeing his son return, he suppressed most of his anger.
The furnishings in this house had beenpletely changed, from the sofa to the tiles and chandeliers. His father sat under a dim chandelier, his brows furrowed in displeasure.
"What matter requires me toe back?" Norman Bet walked directly to sit across from his father, with an attitude no longer as respectful as before, but not disrespectful.
Philip Bet mmed his teacup down on the table, speaking coldly, "Is this the attitude you use to speak with me?"
"Father thinks I should be how?"
At these words, a stalemate arose between father and son. Philip Bet eyed his drastically changed son, who once never spoke much, and in the five or six years he had not seen him, surely gained the ability to stand up to him.
"I know you’re upset, but you can’t interfere with the Lyle family’s affairs." Philip Bet softened his tone, evidently taking a step back.
Norman Bet did not speak, only coldly eyeing the stern-faced middle-aged man in front of him.
"The Bets are determined to get Lyle Corporation!"
Philip Bet’s tone was firm, seemingly leaving no room for negotiation.
"By doing this, where does Father ce me?" Norman Bet asked in a low voice.
"She’s just a woman, and women who are a good match aren’t scarce in North City?" Philip Bet retorted.
"...Since Father has nothing further, I’m heading back to South City." Norman Bet had already risen, and walked out inrge strides, clearly provoked by Philip Bet’s words.
Sitting on the sofa, Philip Bet’s grip on the teacup tightened, thoroughly angered, he smashed the teacup down, shouting, "If you dare step out that door today, your Melody Harmony Group won’t see tomorrow!"
Norman Bet paused his steps, did not turn around, only left Philip Bet with a steadfast back.
He nced at the person on the sofa, "Okay." Leaving those words, Norman Bet still left.
"Unfilial son! Unfilial son!"
...
9:00 a.m.
South City, South Joy Hotel.
"Young Master! You’ve returned?" Lana looked surprised at the person at the door.
She heard the door lock suddenly open, turned around abruptly, only to find that Norman Bet had returned.
Oddly enough, the young master’s instructions before he left seemed like he wouldn’t be back, yet here he was again so soon?
"Young Master, the Young Lady woke up oncest night, cried for hours, and only fell asleep around 6 a.m. today," Lana respectfully said.
"Mm, you may go and rest."
Norman Bet took off his coat, which Lana quickly caught, hanging it up before heading to the maids’ room.
Noon.
The sunlight outside was just right, and at this time Elliana Lyle groggily woke up.
There seemed to be a warmth above her head, apanied by the lotus fragrance she liked, Norman Bet had returned?
Opening her eyes slightly, she saw the man holding her asleep, his long legs not fully on the bed. Normally tan skin was now paler, and there was a faint gray shade under his eyes.
This was her first time seeing Norman Bet’s sleeping face.
Turning her head to look out the window, she took a deep breath. Such a small movement, yet it startled the man awake!
"Awake?" The man hurriedly sat up. Seeing the young girl wanted to get up, he quickly supported her waist, adding another pillow behind her.
"Norman Bet... I had a dream."
"What was it?"
"I dreamed my mother... died."
Elliana Lyle spoke with some uncertainty, a bit dazed, raising her face slightly to look at the man, seemingly seeking answers.
And he... how could he bear to tell her?
"You still have me." Norman Bet’s eyes carried a weight and sorrow, yet there was also a hint of warmth.
This answer wasn’t what she wanted.
"It’s true... it really happened... I thought... I’d remembered wrong..."
She clutched her hair with both hands, burying her head in her chest, crying with a sorrowful and bleak tone, trapped in a helpless state.
Thest image of her mother kept reying before her. She didn’t want to see it, didn’t dare see it, yet...
The only thing the man could do was to hold his little girl tightly, whispering in her ear, "Girl, gather your strength, the only thing we can do is not let him go!"
At Norman Bet’s words, her sadness gradually turned to resentment. Yes! Do not let him go!
The crying gradually turned into soft sobs, Elliana Lyle looked up at the man, "Norman Bet, you already know."
Before the man could reply, the doorbell rang.
Then they could hear Lana going to open the door.
"Assistant Wu? What do you have there?" Lana asked, looking curiously at the space pack in Raymond Wood’s hand.
Raymond Wood’s immacte suit had a few white hairs. He nced at the pack in his hand and said to Lana, "Something the boss wanted, please deliver it inside, I’ll be off."
"Alright."
The door closed, and then Lana’s footsteps approached.
Knock! Knock-knock!
"Young Master, Assistant Wu brought what you requested," Lana said.
Norman Bet replied toward the door, "Come in."
"What is this...?" Elliana Lyle frowning slightly.
In Lana’s hand was a cat bag, inside of which a white silhouette could be vaguely seen. It didn’t take much guessing to know it was a cat.
The cat bag reached the man’s hands, and he told Elliana Lyle, "Open it and see."
Elliana Lyle still frowned, first ncing at the man, then carefully unzipped it after receiving a hint from him.
As the zipping sound reached the end, the zipper teeth parted like a slightly opening mouth, suddenly a cat head popped out from the middle of the zipper teeth, startling her.
"Meow!" The cat’s cry was urgent yet delicate.
The white cat head, round, fluffy, with pink ears, a pink nose, a dark blue ring surrounding ck pupils, as light shone on them, the ck pupils shrank into a vertical line, the entire eye was like a sea of blue!
"Little..." This cat was unexpectedly the one from her previous life... Elliana Lyle was a bit unsure of her thoughts, though this cat’s head also had one or two almost invisible ck hairs, and the ear had a small notch.
She cautiously extended her index finger to touch the cat’s nose, only to have it bitten down immediately!
The man quickly stuffed the cat head back inside, then grasped her hand, nervously checking it.
A somewhat dazed Elliana Lyle gradually shed tears; yes! yes! Little Lotus was just this yful, there was no pain on her finger, Little Lotus just loved to nibble her lightly!
"Little Lotus." Elliana Lyle eagerly pulled the cat out of the bag, tightly holding it in her arms. She finally found a bit of sce in her heart, not because Little Lotus had returned.
It was because, Norman Bet truly cared for her, although she didn’t know how Norman Bet had found Little Lotus.
...
By the afternoon, Elliana Lyle gradually found her strength again. She couldn’t just fall apart like this, couldn’t be so useless!
She had to seek revenge, no matter the cost! Only for a result!
And now, she was preparing to go home to check on her father, those parents who loved each other dearly, surely her father was even more heartbroken than she was at this moment.