I Was His Wife, Then His Widow, Then No One's But My Own novel Chapter 252

As soon as he finished speaking, Bonnie put her hands on her hips, stood on her tiptoes in defiance, and snatched the phone back. She complained in a sweet, whiny tone, "Dad is so annoying. Who told him to steal my phone?"

Nora laughed at her tone and softly comforted her, "Don't be upset, Bonnie. I'll save a special VIP seat just for you tomorrow, and I'll make sure there are lots of yummy treats. How does that sound?"

Bonnie finally cheered, "Yay!" Then she added, "I'm going to bring you a present, too."

They chatted for a few more minutes before hanging up. Nora slipped her phone into her bag and headed upstairs.

She spread all the documents and itineraries for tomorrow's ceremony across the coffee table and cross-checked them page by page.

Her eyes were locked on the papers, her brows furrowed in intense concentration.

The signing process, the guest seating, the media interview segment—she verified every single detail personally.

By the time she finished organizing everything, it was almost eleven o'clock. She washed up, climbed into bed, and quickly drifted off to sleep.

But her sleep was far from peaceful.

In her dream, someone was relentlessly chasing her. She couldn't make out the person's face; she could only hear the approaching footsteps and heavy breathing behind her. It was terrifying.

She tried to scream but no sound came out. She tried to run faster, but her legs felt overwhelmingly heavy.

Just as the figure was about to catch her, Nora jolted awake in terror. A layer of cold sweat coated her forehead, and her heart pounded against her ribs like a war drum.

She reached out, grabbed her phone off the nightstand, and checked the time. It was only a little past three in the morning.

A sudden, inexplicable wave of anxiety spread from her chest down to her fingertips. She let out a deep breath, leaned back against the headboard, and sat in silence for a while.

Nora twisted the lid onto her travel mug and tossed it into her bag, then stuffed a wrapped sandwich into a paper sack. "Don't bother coming here, I'll bring you something. You still have to drive all the way from your place, and if you hit traffic, we'll be late."

Felix agreed. "Alright, I'll wait for you at the Institute's entrance. Zelda is coming with us today."

Nora agreed, hung up, grabbed the breakfast, and headed out.

At the entrance of the Institute, Felix and Zelda Vance were already waiting. Seeing them, Nora jogged over.

Zelda smiled warmly. "Take your time. All these years, and you're still always in such a rush."

Nora stuck her tongue out with a sheepish grin. "I just didn't want to keep you waiting."

Noticing the group was incomplete, Nora looked at Zelda with a hint of confusion. Why wasn't Professor Vance coming?