?Chapter 908:


    The Scott family had enjoyed a year of rtive peace—there were no disputes, as everyone had learned topromise. After a brief gathering, the group dispersed, each returning to their hotel rooms.


    Nancy watched Sean’s departing figure with a wistful gaze, feeling a maic pull each time she saw him.


    Since his blunt refusal the previous year, they had avoided being alone together, and Sean had steered clear of any activities involving her.


    This event marked Sean’s first attendance at one of her performances, prompted by Ka’s invitation.


    Nancy knew she needed to excel in thispetition to make asting impression on all who were watching.


    Earlier that day, Susanna had been savoring her time with Joanna in Silverdale, but a call from her mother summoned her to Bellfolk. Joanna, ever the steadfast friend, decided to tag along. Duncan also came to Bellfolk.


    Joanna’s room was conveniently on the same floor as Susanna’s. After dinner, Joanna brought up an idea.


    “I did some digging before we came here. There’s a small-scale racing event nearby. Interested in checking it out?”


    Susanna, intrigued by the world of racing cars, agreed without hesitation.


    “I still have the video of Norah’s race in my room. If only I could ride in her car… s, that’s just a dream now.”


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    She quickly changed the subject. “Let’s go watch the race.” Of course, Phillip had to apany Susanna on her outing. Before leaving, he shot a quick message to Sean.


    When the four of them got downstairs, they found Sean already waiting in the car.


    “Hey, you’reing along too?” Susanna was surprised to see Sean joining them.


    Throughout the trip to the race venue, Joanna kept silent around Sean, except for a brief greeting. Norah might be gone, but Joanna’s resentment towards Sean, who found a recement less than a year after Norah’s death, remained.


    Sean, unfazed, got out of the car.


    “I haven’t been on the track for a while. Thought I’d get some practice in.”


    In truth, Sean often raced in Glophia, where his alias, Nocturne, had be the benchmark for many racers.


    Susanna didn’t call him out. “Alright, I want to ride shotgun.” She had always yearned to experience the thrill of the racetrack, and this was her chance.


    Phillip secured a sports car, and Frank, knowing his ce, blended into the background. Whenever Phillip was around Sean, Frank felt irrelevant. Phillip had recently taken leave to travel with his girlfriend, leaving all work responsibilities to Frank, which wore him out. Joanna also wanted to drive.


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