Oliver Scott stood outside the door, curling his fingers to knock on it. Sophie’s inquiry came from within, her voice soft and choked. Oliver’s expression changed slightly, his eyelids lifted then lowered again, as he softly said, "It’s me." A moment later, the door was opened. Sophie appeared from behind it, her eyes red and swollen, her eyes moist. As soon as she saw Oliver, her eyes blinked and tears rolled down. Oliver opened his mouth but saw Sophie raise a hand to wipe her tears and sobbing asked, "Did you see her?" With an unclear emotion in his eyes, Oliver slightly lowered his head to look at her, softly asking, "Mrs. Shawn said Dad scolded you... are you okay?" Hearing this, Sophie’s tears fell again. Ernesto Scott, though not close to his children, never scolded them, especially Sophie, to whom he had never spoken a harsh word from childhood to now. Sophie thought Ernesto still cared for them, just that his nature was cold, and his personality was just like that... after all, she had never seen Ernesto treat anyone warmly. It wasn’t until today that Sophie realized there was no such thing as a cold nature; Ernesto acted like a gentle father in front of Nora, cautiously afraid to displease her, with love and guilt apparent in his eyes. But when she privately protested a few words, she was met with Ernesto’s ire. She cried in her room all afternoon, and Ernesto didn’t say a word, didn’t even come to check on her. Biting her lip, Sophie lowered her head and took a step back, saying, "Come in first." As the door opened, Oliver paused for a moment, walking in with a complex expression. The living room was brightly lit, filled with light. Nora sat on the sofa, legs crossed, absentmindedly flipping through a book, leisurely and content. Oliver’s recent indifference did not affect her mood at all. On the staircase, Ernesto Woods slowly walked down. Upon seeing Nora, his initial cold and distant demeanor vanished, his eyes filled with softness and affection, mixed with a hint of nervousness. "Nora, have you looked at the bedroom; are you satisfied?" Ernesto asked. Nora didn’t even lift her eyelid, replying coldly, "Not satisfied." Lisa, carrying tea, trembled, nearly spilling it all over the floor. Having worked at the Scott family for over ten years, Lisa had never seen anyone dare to speak to Ernesto Woods in such a manner. Yet, Ernesto not only didn’t get angry, but started to worry. "What’s unsatisfactory, tell me, I’ll note it down, and then we’ll adjust according to your preference." Nora lazily replied, flipping a page, "None of it is satisfactory." The air was silent for a moment before Nora finally looked up, saying, "I can’t digest your princess style aesthetic; I’ll just stay in the guest room tonight." It wasn’t that Nora was being picky for no reason, but the princess room Ernesto had meticulously decorated was suited to young girls or adults still holding onto a princess heart. As soon as Nora entered, she was covered in goosebumps and left after half a minute. If she really spent the night there, and word got out, her reputation would be trashed. "...Oh." Ernesto awkwardly nodded, then continued, "Then, I’ll get a designer over tomorrow; whatever style you want, you can directly communicate with the designer." Initially thinking it wouldn’t be necessary, but as she closed the book, Nora suddenly thought of something and asked, "I heard the Scott family does renovation design?" Ernesto was stunned, taking a few seconds before saying, "Ah, yes. You want the Scott family’s designer?" Ernesto quickly agreed. Lisa’s hands trembled slightly while serving tea; the clinking of the tea cover against the cup was audible. After placing down the teacups properly, Lisa gave a meaningful glance at Nora, then bowed her head and retreated to one side. Uncertain if the illegitimate daughter truly didn’t know or was just playing dumb, Ernesto Woods had an average relationship with the Scott family, and usually would never take the initiative to engage with them in business dealings, let alone seek out the Scott’s renovation designer... It was also strange that although Sophie and Oliver had interactions with the Scott family, Ernesto clearly showed his displeasure, yet today, he had no reservations, responding readily to Nora’s demands. Turning her eyes up, Lisa quickly glanced at Nora’s exquisite beauty, feeling complicated beyond words. Perhaps this person’s mother, relying on a mere face, had enchanted the master. An illegitimate daughter of no standing, just arriving, acting like she was the head of the household, not only bossing the young lady and master but also directing the master, lacking any decorum of a proper lady. Who knows how long she can maintain this authority. Ernesto sat down beside them.