Mr. CEO, You Look Strangely Familiar

Naturally, the two of them wouldn’t bring up the matter.

"No, the children’s classes are important. Besides, we wanted some time to ourselves. Nora mentioned that Draconia is nice, and since my godfather and godmother, as well as Catherine, are here, she suggested we come. I hope we’re not intruding on you and Godfather," Quentin Grant said.

Luna Ainsworth replied, "What are you talking about? You’ve never been here before. This is your first visit, so how could your godfather possibly feel disturbed? Stay as long as you like. Don’t feel restrained. Just enjoy yourselves in Draconia."

Nora Ainsworth smiled and nodded, her expression betraying nothing.

Claire Sinclair stared intently at Nora Ainsworth, her mind meticulously weaving a plot.

「At Dinnertime.」

Luna Ainsworth ordered the kitchen to prepare some Valerian specialties to welcome Quentin Grant and Nora Ainsworth.

Before them was a table laden with delicacies, but it held no appeal for them whatsoever. As Nora Ainsworth ate, her heart was bleeding. The food tasted like wax in her mouth.

But she still had to force a smile. It was all for the sake of finding out where her children were, and for now, she couldn’t afford to provoke anyone here.

After dinner, Luna Ainsworth and Quentin Grant sat in the living room discussing other matters. Nora Ainsworth used the opportunity to excuse herself, saying she needed to rest, and returned to her guest room.

Sitting there alone, she missed her children immensely. They were so young. Although they were much smarter than other children their age, they were still just over two years old.

Nora Ainsworth felt a pang of regret. She had felt relieved when the children started kindergarten and had insisted on taking away their guns. If she hadn’t, they would have at least had some way to protect themselves.

’Was I wrong to not trust them enough?’

Tears welled up in her eyes, and the more she tried to stop them, the more they flowed.

Nora Ainsworth knew that just sitting here crying and grieving was completely useless.

She went to the bathroom and splashed some water on her face. Then, she opened the guest room door and proceeded down the hallway, examining the rooms of the Ainsworth Residence.

She hadn’t gone far when the door to Catherine Callahan’s room opened. Seeing Nora Ainsworth, Catherine snorted. "You seem to be in a good mood."

Nora Ainsworth appeared nonchalant. "Yes. I’m marrying Quentin soon. How could I not be in a good mood?"

Hearing this, Catherine Callahan sneered, "You can still be happy right now? I never would have thought. Shouldn’t you be crying your heart out?"

A glint flashed in Nora Ainsworth’s eyes. From her tone, Nora was certain that Catherine Callahan knew exactly where the children were.

"Why on earth would I be crying?"

Catherine huffed, "Still pretending, even at a time like this? Weren’t your two sons taken? Their fate is unknown, isn’t it?"

Nora Ainsworth retorted, "How do you know that?"

"I saw it on the news."

Nora Ainsworth moved closer to her. "On the news? How is that possible? I haven’t seen any reports about it on the news here."

Catherine stammered, "I... I was on the phone with friends from Fravia. They told me."

"You’re contradicting yourself, Catherine Callahan. First you say it was on the news, now you say you heard it from friends. But as far as I know, you don’t have any friends in Fravia, do you?"

Catherine’s face turned ashen. "Do I have to report to you whether I have friends or not? Do I need your approval?"

Nora Ainsworth calmly replied, "Not at all. It’s just that my two sons are with their godfather right now. I was just on the phone with them. This business about their fate being unknown is completely baseless."

Catherine looked at her suspiciously, then said, "It has nothing to do with me. I’m going downstairs."

"And I’m going back to my room to sleep."

Nora Ainsworth turned around and headed back down the hallway she had come from. Catherine locked her bedroom door, then rounded the corner and went downstairs.

Quentin Grant pulled out his phone and called the Men in Black. "She’s going downstairs. If she leaves the main gate, keep an eye on her."

He then hung up, pulled a key from his breast pocket, and inserted it into the lock of Catherine Callahan’s bedroom door.

After a quick look around, she slipped inside.

The room was indeed luxurious. Nora Ainsworth planted the listening device, then rummaged through the drawers, but found no useful information.

She quickly exited Catherine Callahan’s bedroom.

Then she went to the other floors, essentially to familiarize herself with the villa’s layout.

Some areas were guarded, and she couldn’t get a closer look.

But there was one place that was clearly unattended.

Nora Ainsworth pushed open a door and was hit by the thick aroma of alcohol.

It was the wine cellar.

She followed the stairs down and found the floor littered with empty wine bottles. Besides the bottles, there was also a woman sitting there.

Hearing the noise, Sierra Ainsworth turned her head.

Nora Ainsworth was a little surprised to see it was her.

"Did you drink all this?"

She admitted it freely. "I did."

Nora Ainsworth sat down beside her.

"Looking at you, I never would have guessed you were the type of girl to drink this much."

She slumped over, her voice muffled as she replied, "Everyone thinks I’m a happy person. Because I have no reason not to be happy. My family is rich and powerful, I live in a big house, drive a luxury car to school, and I’ve never lacked for anything to eat, use, or play with. I even get a huge allowance every month."

At this, she sighed softly. "But if you have all that, does it really make you happy?"

Nora Ainsworth disagreed, her tone even. "No. If a person doesn’t have the love of family or a partner, they won’t feel happy no matter how much of those other things they possess."

Sierra Ainsworth suddenly lifted her head and looked at her, her eyes red. "You... you don’t have family either?"

Nora Ainsworth nodded. "No. My mom is dead, and I don’t know who my father is."

She was stating the facts of her life, but there was one thing she was deliberately avoiding. A DNA test had confirmed that Catherine Callahan was the daughter of Quentin’s godmother. As for what her own mother, Joel Chaucer, had said before she died—whether it was true or not—Nora had no time to worry about it now. Right now, she only wanted her two precious boys back safely. She just wanted to do everything she could to find them.

"You... you’re pitiful too," Sierra Ainsworth said after a moment of thought.

Nora Ainsworth asked casually, "Have you two grown apart over time? I’ve noticed you and Catherine don’t seem to have much to say to each other."

Sierra Ainsworth had drunk a lot, but her voice was still relatively clear.

It seemed her body was drunk, but her mind was not.

Nora just heard her let out a few dry laughs. "Her? There’s no need to talk to her."

Nora was startled. "Isn’t she your biological sister?"

Sierra Ainsworth replied, "Even if she is my sister, does that mean I have to talk to her all the time? Two people with nothing in common will have nothing to say to each other, even if they’re sitting together. What’s more, she and I will never be on the same side. We’re parallel lines, heading in completely different directions."

"I remember when I was your age," Nora said. "Even though I had a lot on my mind, I was a very optimistic person overall. You must have a lot of stories weighing you down, otherwise you wouldn’t give off such an air of sadness."

She grabbed the wine bottle and took a few more gulps, GLUG GLUG, before her body suddenly went limp and she lay down on the floor.

"Sometimes, I just want to die."

Hearing such a pessimistic declaration from a 22-year-old girl, Nora Ainsworth’s heart ached for her slightly.