?Chapter 453:


    Friends


    While Sha underwent her CT scan, Luna expressed frustration about the hospital’s insistence on extensive testing. She questioned whether Sha’s mild nighttime cough justified such a rigorous approach. Nheless, the prospect of decisively proving Norah wrong eased her mind slightly, making the ordeal seem less burdensome.


    Upon receiving the scan results, the doctor issued a stern rebuke.


    “Your daughter’s illness is very serious. Why didn’t you bring her in sooner?”


    Gripping the report tightly, Luna responded in a flustered tone, “What? I didn’t notice anything unusual about Sha. Doctor, what should we do now?”


    “Start with an IV drip and go fill out the paperwork.”


    If Norah had known about Luna’s visit to the hospital, she would have sighed in relief that Sha’s condition was still manageable and that Luna was not too foolish or obstinate.


    After getting home, Norah noticed a message from JW.


    “Taskpleted. If there’s anything else you need help with, just let me know.”


    A faint smile crossed her lips. He had proven himself to be a remarkably sincere friend.


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    “Thanks.”


    She had logged on specifically to express her gratitude to JW for his assistance the previous night. With the rumor-mongers now dealt with, she felt a sense of relief and was ready to continue her vignce over her uncle’s family. Her goal was to unveil their secrets gradually. These endeavors required patience and meticulous nning.


    After work on Friday, Joanna and Susanna invited Norah and Alice to the mour Club. By eight o’clock that evening, they were all gathered at the club, ready for the night ahead. The brilliant neon lights danced across the room, twinkling and spinning as they illuminated the lively crowd below. Handsome men and beautiful women danced, their energy fueling the night’s revelry.


    Onstage, the band Dream captured the crowd’s attention, ying their original songs with vigor that energized the entire venue.


    Under the dim lights, Joanna squinted to get a better look at the performers. Turning to Norah, shemented with admiration, “Norah, since Rosy Secret was out of the picture, Dream has reallye into its own. You really have a knack for spotting talent. Choosing Zeke to lead was nothing short of brilliant.”


    Susanna nodded, her voice a mix of respect and envy as she took a sip of her drink. “Yeah, I really admire you.”


    In her eyes, Norah was a jack-of-all-trades—excelling in medicine, songwriting,posing, and even band management. She seemed to do it all!


    Spencer had sent over a round of fine drinks to their table, on the house. It had been a while since Norah allowed herself to unwind in a club. She savored the liquor, appreciating its rich vor as it settled on her tongue, a hint of sweetness blooming after each sip. The drink was strong, yet not bitter, leaving a pleasant aftertaste that lingered.


    As the fourdies gathered, the night was just beginning to unfold.


    Joanna’s suggestion cut through the chatter. “How about we y Truth or Dare?”


    The memory of thest time they yed the game brought a blush to Norah’s cheeks, though it went unnoticed under the neon glow. Alice and Susanna were quick to agree.


    “There are too many people in the booth area,” Joanna observed, scanning their surroundings. “Let’s go y in a private room upstairs.”


    Thanks to Norah’s VIP status, they soon found themselves in a secluded room, the perfect retreat for their game. Joanna, ever the extrovert,id out the rules with enthusiasm.


    “We’re all in this together, no cheating! If you can’t do the dare, you drink. Let’s get started—I’ll spin first.”


    She set an empty beer bottle twirling on the table. It spun rapidly before slowing down, finally pointing directly at Alice.


    Joanna pped her hands, smiling broadly. “Alice, truth or dare?”


    “Truth,” Alice replied.


    “What are you most afraid of happening?”


    Alice paused, considering her response. “I have many fears. Do I need to list them all?”


    “Just one or two will do,” Joanna prompted, curious but casual.


    “I’m afraid of losing friends, dying unexpectedly one day, and falling in love…” Alice listed her fears, each one revealing a deeperyer of her anxieties.


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