"You got involved with Andrew Locke?" Nora Hart just entered the house and saw Grace Young sitting on the sofa, holding a cup of tea and looking at her.
Nora Hart pretended not to understand and blinked at Grace Young.
"Just admit it if you did, no need to play dumb with me."
"What were you two talking about?" Nora Hart responded with a question that was off-topic.
"What do you think about your dad?"
Nora Hart pondered for a moment, sat on the sofa, and lightly touched her temples. To say she felt no emotion would be a lie. After all, Julian Hart had treated her well, showering her with extreme affection, providing her with a carefree life of luxury, and never letting her suffer the slightest grievance in public from childhood.
But now, making a choice was indeed very difficult for her.
Nora Hart lowered her eyelids, and her long eyelashes cast a faint shadow on her face.
Her silence made her seem like someone wrestling with a major decision.