I Was His Wife, Then His Widow, Then No One's But My Own novel Chapter 267

Nora returned to The Vance Institute of Medical Science. When she pushed open the lab door, Seraphina was standing next to a running analyzer, holding a data report. She looked up at the sound of the door opening.

Her gaze lingered on Nora's face for a second, and a wave of irrepressible triumph surged in her heart as her lips curved up.

That useless Sienna was completely out of the game, and Nora was hit so hard she couldn't even hide it. It felt amazing. They both got exactly what they deserved.

From now on, Nora had better behave herself and stop acting stupid. If she dared cross her again, she would make sure this pathetic loser met an even crueler end.

Nora changed into her lab coat and walked to her workstation, not even sparing a glance at Seraphina as she passed by.

Seraphina, however, turned her head on her own accord. Her face still wore that gentle, considerate smile, and her tone was full of concern and worry, yet laced with thinly-veiled sarcasm. "Nora, you don't look so good. What's wrong? Are you sick? If you're sick, you really should go see a doctor in time, otherwise, it would be awful if you turned into a lunatic, just like someone we know."

She made that last sentence deliberately ambiguous, just enough to make anyone listening associate it with Sienna, but not quite enough for anyone to catch her out.

A few colleagues couldn't help but look up and glance in their direction.

Nora stopped in her tracks and turned to look at her. Though her expression appeared calm on the surface, her hands were tightly clenched at her sides, a suffocating wave of fury threatening to consume her, yet she stood completely still, as if entirely unfazed.

The corners of her mouth tipped up into an extremely faint smile. "I also have a piece of advice for you, Seraphina. Remember to lock your doors and windows tight at night. If you end up seeing something unholy, don't blame me for not warning you in advance."

Seraphina stood rooted to the spot, the smile on her face cooling bit by bit. What did Nora mean by that? What was she implying?

Did she know something?

An indescribable irritability churned in her chest. She was just about to chase after her to say something else when the phone in her bag suddenly rang.

Seeing Finnegan's name, she had no choice but to swallow the words on the tip of her tongue, pick up the call, and switch back to that gentle voice.

Finnegan said, "I want some of the soup the housekeeper makes. Bring some over when you get off work."