Overprotected By My Tsundere CEO

Chapter 1075: Chapter 751: Grand Finale [22] See You in Sandcastle City

"If the information I read is correct, the year Maze Village was rebuilt was when my mom was born," Marcus Shaw said. "My mom’s birthday is at the end of June."

"Please wait a moment."

Butler Loxley decisively walked toward the study.

He paused at the study’s doorway, knocked three times, and only after receiving Nora Scott’s permission did he enter, explaining the reason and handing his phone to Nora.

Andrew Hughes followed closely behind, looking up, the light shining in his pitch-black eyes.

Butler Loxley smiled, affectionately patting Andrew Hughes on the head.

"When is Evelyn Easton’s birthday?" Nora Scott asked bluntly.

Marcus Shaw answered, "June 30th."

Pausing for a moment, Nora said, "I’ll take a look at that day for comparison."

Before Marcus Shaw brought up Evelyn Easton, Nora never considered Evelyn Easton.

After all, in her memory, there was barely any mention of Evelyn Easton. Furthermore, from what she saw and heard, Evelyn Easton’s relationship with Antonio Easton was not good.

So she never thought Antonio Easton would use Evelyn Easton’s birthday.

But—

Upon further reflection, that was when Evelyn Easton was born.

Antonio Easton couldn’t have predicted what would happen with the grown-up Evelyn Easton.

However, when one’s offspring is born, who doesn’t hold some expectations in their heart?

All these years, Nora never heard Antonio Easton express any resentment towards Evelyn Easton. What she saw was that after attending Evelyn Easton’s funeral, Antonio Easton aged ten years overnight.

"...Alright."

Marcus Shaw acknowledged.

"You guys are almost finished, right?" Nora asked.

"Almost."

"How do you feel?" Nora asked further.

It was always Oliver Scott and Benjamin Durant telling her about their experiences, with Marcus Shaw rarely having direct conversations with Nora.

But—

This time’s "adventure" was actually specially prepared for Marcus Shaw.

After pondering, Marcus Shaw responded, "Very novel."

This was an experience they never had before.

It even,

Exceeds their range of understanding.

Nora smiled, "Interested?"

"Hmm?"

"..." I have a "Northwest Living Map" position, intending to pass it on to you.

However, there’s no rush for now.

Nora didn’t explicitly mention it.

After a brief chat with Marcus Shaw, Nora didn’t bring up Evelyn Easton again and hung up the phone.

"Master!"

As soon as the call ended, Andrew Hughes leaned closer.

"What?" Nora returned the phone to him.

Andrew Hughes tried to suppress his restless emotions yet couldn’t hide that bit of anticipation as he innocently asked, "Did Marcus Shaw help you?"

After a slight pause, Nora smiled and nodded in agreement.

"Oh."

Andrew Hughes nodded.

At the same time, he let out a long sigh of relief in his heart.

—Marcus Shaw was finally no longer an overlooked, invisible figure.

Letting Butler Loxley take Andrew Hughes out to play, Nora turned and searched for the Maze Village blueprint for June 30, then began comparing and collaborating with Fátima to complete the nearing completion entrance model, starting meticulous comparisons, research, and confirmations.

The model, initially planned to be completed in July, was now almost finished under Fátima’s workaholic overtime efforts.

Hardy Rivers’ technical team also began wrapping up.

Under pressure from all sides, even if she had a nonchalant heart, Nora was forced to become diligent.

So—

She delved into research for an entire day and night.

Pedro Langley suggested she rest, but she didn’t listen, leaving him with no choice but to accompany her in the study. The next day, Pedro was almost ready to call Fátima, hoping she’d let Nora rest.

At this moment, Nora finally wrapped up her work.

She set down the blueprints, raised her hand to pinch her brow, and headed for the door.

"Where are you going?" Pedro Langley followed closely behind, worried she’d overexert herself and have health issues.

"To wash up and sleep."

Nora answered instinctively, stopping after two steps, and blankly looked at Pedro.

In the next moment, she reached out proactively, hugging Pedro and burying her head in his embrace.

"Carry me to freshen up; I don’t want to move anymore." She treated her dear husband as a utility.

"Alright."

Toolman Pedro Langley agreed without hesitation.

He bent down, lifting Nora by her waist, and Nora wrapped her arms around his neck.

"Was the date wrong?" Pedro asked, then reassured her, "If it’s not right, just leave it. After all, you’re pregnant; your health is most important."

"No."

After a two-second silence, Nora suddenly spoke.

Pedro was taken aback, "What?"

Nora said, "The date is correct."

"Isn’t that a good thing?" Pedro was surprised.

After all, from Nora’s recent demeanor, there wasn’t a hint of delight from "discovering the accurate date," instead, she seemed utterly exhausted.

"It’s just," Nora paused, "A bit bewildering."

"Why?"

"Antonio Easton anticipated the arrival of life, yet they ultimately remained estranged until death." Nora buried her face in Pedro’s chest, "It’s stifling."

Bowing his head, Pedro brushed his chin against her hair, softly saying, "We won’t repeat his history."

"..."

Nora didn’t respond.

Who can predict the future?

She never held expectations for the future.

The future is always unexpected and unpredictable, so she waits for it to arrive, accepting both the good and bad with equanimity.

However—

She now harbors a slight hope that the future won’t play pranks on them, even if just calm and ordinary.

Pedro carried Nora back to the room, helped her wash and change clothes, then tucked her into bed.

As Nora lay down, about to drift into sleep, she murmured drowsily, "Tell my junior master sister once I wake, I’m afraid she’ll schedule everything at once."

"...Okay."