Overprotected By My Tsundere CEO

Chapter 1070: Chapter 746: Grand Finale [17] The Truth

"Shit."

Nora Scott couldn’t hold it in any longer and cursed.

She lifted her leg, intending to walk inside.

However, Pedro Langley immediately stopped her, walked in himself, and instructed Marcus Shaw: "You go check on Oliver."

Before he finished speaking, Marcus Shaw followed closely and entered the bedroom, then approached Oliver Scott.

Pedro Langley opened the windows to let the wind from outside disperse the carbon monoxide filling the room, and then checked Alma Ferreira’s condition. She was still breathing, with a fresh cut on her wrist, but there wasn’t much blood loss—most likely because she had taken sleeping pills, she wasn’t awakened by the commotion.

He administered emergency treatment to Alma Ferreira.

At the same time, he found a moment to ask Marcus Shaw, "How’s it going?"

"Not dead."

After testing Oliver Scott’s breath, Marcus Shaw responded concisely.

Just as he finished answering, Nora Scott stepped over silently, giving him a look, "Is that all you expect from him?"

"..."

Isn’t the most important thing whether he’s alive?

Marcus Shaw had just finished complaining in his mind when he saw Nora Scott reach over, first pushing Oliver Scott, then pulling his ear, tormenting him in every way until she managed to wake him up from his deep sleep.

Oliver Scott opened his eyes, still groggy, and saw Nora Scott’s face, feeling like he was still dreaming.

He sat up in a daze, rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand, striving to lift his heavy eyelids, and saw Nora Scott in his blurred vision, prompted to speak doubtfully, "Sis?"

"It’s me."

"Morning." Oliver Scott greeted her, then buried his face in his palms, rubbed it again, patted his cheeks, and mumbled with a frown, "Why am I so sleepy."

Nora Scott turned her head, glanced at the glass on the bedside table, and stated flatly, "You took sleeping pills."

"I didn’t..."

Oliver Scott’s voice stopped abruptly.

Then, in a short amount of time, he quickly became alert—because not only did he realize what Alma Ferreira intended to do to him, recalled that today’s the college entrance exam, but also saw the blood-stained floor and Alma Ferreira in a deep sleep.

He was so startled that he was wide awake.

"Brother-in-law, she..." Oliver Scott licked his lips, lifted the quilt, and got out of bed.

"She’ll be fine." Pedro Langley, who had just treated Alma Ferreira’s wound, looked up and then calmly said, "Call 911 immediately."

"Got it."

Even knowing what could have happened, Oliver Scott felt relieved hearing this.

—At least, he can face the exam with a steady mindset.

"You handle the follow-up; I’ll take them to the exam venue first." Nora Scott said straightforwardly, unwilling to waste a second here.

However, Pedro Langley first asked Oliver Scott, "Can you still take the exam?"

"I can." Oliver Scott, feeling foggy and not in the best spirits, still nodded affirmatively, "I’ll rest on the way; it should be fine."

Marcus Shaw passed by him, coolly tossing a comment, "Then let’s go."

Oliver Scott raised his eyes to look at him, extending his hand, "Brother, give me a hand."

"..."

Marcus Shaw paused for a second, hesitated for a moment, then reached out, took hold of his arm, and pulled him along.

...

Even in a time crunch, Oliver Scott still took a moment to wash up, allowing himself to calm down gradually, finding a sense of reality from his disoriented state.

He was tossed into the car by Marcus Shaw and Nora Scott.

As they drove out of the neighborhood, he found a moment to briefly recount the series of events to them.

In fact, he had been restrained since yesterday afternoon.

In the past few days, he and Alma Ferreira completely fell out, and Oliver Scott patiently tried to convince her, but simply couldn’t communicate with her. Yesterday morning, Oliver Scott seemingly compromised, agreeing to follow Alma Ferreira’s college application plan, but in the afternoon he had to return to Cloudwater Haven and couldn’t stay here.

But—

Alma Ferreira insisted on keeping him there.

Saying neither Nora Scott nor Marcus Shaw was reliable, and since his own dad wasn’t there to take him, she would personally escort him to the exam venue the next day.

Oliver Scott didn’t want to.

After all, staying with Alma Ferreira was just too oppressive.

So, during lunch, Oliver Scott had another argument with Alma Ferreira, and it deadlocked for a long time.

In the afternoon, Oliver Scott packed his luggage and exam documents, intending to leave without Alma Ferreira knowing, but Alma Ferreira somehow found three bodyguards to trap him at home, and took away his phone, prohibiting any communication with the outside world.

"So, since the afternoon, it wasn’t you contacting us?" Nora Scott squinted her eyes.

"Yeah." Oliver Scott nodded, then froze, "Did she use my phone to contact you?"

"Yep."

Apparently knowing the capabilities of the Biel Hall behind Nora Scott, Alma Ferreira, to prevent Nora Scott from getting suspicious and coming over, took thorough measures, even impersonating Oliver Scott to send them messages.

"So how did you find out?" Oliver Scott blinked.

"She called Marcus Shaw’s name." Nora Scott replied.

"..."

Stunned for a second, Oliver Scott suddenly realized.

—That’s indeed a clear giveaway.

After a pause, Oliver Scott continued: "Last night, I kept thinking about how to report it, but the bodyguards she hired were too strict, I never got the chance. Later, she forced me to drink a glass of milk, after which I lost consciousness. When I woke up, I saw you three and..."

Speaking to this point, Oliver Scott thought of Alma Ferreira sitting in the chair, cutting her wrist, and shivered abruptly, not saying another word.

Upon waking, everything felt unfamiliar, accepting any scene instinctively.

Now a bit clearer, thinking back on that scene...

Some inexplicable feeling arose in Oliver Scott’s heart.

"Don’t overthink it." Nora Scott said while driving, slowly, "She didn’t plan to drag you to death with her. The doors and windows weren’t sealed, she didn’t even prepare tape, and one small basin of charcoal wouldn’t have killed you two. She was just acting pitiful, knowing you’d wake up soon and that missing the exam would make you furious. But seeing her like this, you might soften, then she could emotionally manipulate you. You wouldn’t blame her and would obey her completely."

"..."

Thinking about the outcome Nora Scott described, Oliver Scott just felt chilled to the bone.

That’s his mom.

His biological mother.