Chapter 920:


    “I’ve signed it. Thank you for your affection.”


    With the notebook between her fingers, she handed it back to Joanna and looked up into her eyes.


    Joanna’s reflection shimmered in Nora’s amber eyes. Joanna’s hair was cropped short, framing her striking face andrge eyes, which were fixed intently on Nora.


    “Hey, why are you crying?”


    Nora ced the notebook on the table and quietly said, “I didn’t say anything.”


    Tears then began streaming silently down Joanna’s cheeks, her shoulders shaking with emotion.


    Amy noticed Joanna’s distress and gently led her away, saying, “Miss, you have the signature. Please keep your distance from Nora Moon.”


    She handed the notebook back to Joanna and escorted her about five meters away, where four bodyguards were stationed behind the sofa, ensuring no one else approached Nora. Susanna quickly came over and tenderly wiped Joanna’s tears with a tissue.


    “Joanna, what’s the matter? Did Nora say something to upset you?”


    Surprised by Joanna’s sudden tears, especially since she and Nora seemed to get along well, Susanna was puzzled.


    Joanna, struggling topose herself and seeing that Nora was now unreachable, exited the backstage area with Susanna. In the resting area, Sean and the other two men awaited them anxiously.


    “Joanna, what happened? Tell me,” Susanna urged, holding Joanna’s hand forfort.


    Taking a deep breath, Joanna revealed, “Nora Moon is really Norah Wilson.”


    Sean reacted with astonishment. “Are you sure?”


    “I’m sure,” Joanna confirmed.


    She had been very close to Norah in the past few years, especially familiar with her hands, which she held often. As a doctor, Norah couldn’t have long nails because of her profession. And Nora’s eyes—they’re exactly like Norah’s.


    Stunned, Susanna eximed, “Is she really Norah? Then why didn’t she recognize us when we were right in front of her?” Nora acted like aplete stranger.


    “It’s like she doesn’t know me anymore, just looked at me with curiosity.” Reflecting sadly, Joanna concluded, “Norah wouldn’t hide her identity like this unless she had forgotten who she was.”


    Phillip voiced his confusion. “Did she lose her memory? And who supports her in this pianopetition? She even has an agent with her.”


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    Message from Noah: Triple chapters today dear readers. God loves you and Noah whishes you all the best (=?=) /


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