Love on the Fast Track (Derek and Norah)

Chapter 554

Chapter 554:

“That necklace is valued at more than a million. | think srelative might've taken it. I'll check the cameras. If |

catch the person who did it later, Mom, you have to help me.”

As a younger member of the family, her words carried little weight with the elders. Her best option was to seek

help from her grandmother, although she was too scared to face her now.

All the way through, her mother had pledged to stand by her. Even when the Andrews family gave her the boot,

her mom stayed close, cheering her on to keep fighting. Her grandmother would only reprimand her. Kathy had

no desire to confront the elderly woman; avoiding her was the only solution.

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Meanwhile, Adrian had been staring at Kathy throughout their conversation, unhappy with every aspect of

today’s wedding. He had reluctantly consented to the marriage solely because of Madeline's pregnancy. Upon

the baby’s arrival, he would be insistent on conducting a paternity test for both the baby and Derek to eliminate

any doubt and ensure they weren't raising someone else’s child.

During their conversation, Norah and Susanna arrived at the entrance, arm in arm.

Adrian scowled. “Norah? What is she doing here?”

Sharon squeezed Kathy's hand and nodded towards the entrance. “It's Norah. What does she want? Is she here

to stir up trouble?”

Near the entrance, a large photo of Madeline and Derek hung prominently. In the photo, Madeline's smile was

sweet and joyous, while Derek looked at her indulgently, radiating happiness.

Next to their joyful picture, the words “Happy Wedding” stood out vibrantly.

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Susanna scoffed. “They sure look nice in the photo. Too bad their personalities don’t match.”

Reflecting on what she knew of them, Susanna frowned in disgust. How had Norah ever tolerated Derek? Did she

not think he was a jerk?

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Walking past the photo, Norah's steps briefly halted before she carried on into the hall. She recalled how, at her

wedding with Derek, only her photo had been displayed. Now, the situation seemed nothing short of ironic.

They headed to the reception to drop off the cash gift. When the person receiving the gift requested her name,

he carefully wrote it down in the book.

“Norah Wilson: 1313 dollars.”

This nstruck a chord of familiarity. The person handling the gifts gazed at Norah, puzzled. The odd total of

1313 dollars led sto wonder if she bore any grudge toward the newlyweds.

Inside the hall, the ambiance was luxurious and enchanting, lit by the soft glow of crystal chandeliers. Guests

mingled, recognizing friendly faces, whether seated or standing.