Nora Scott asked, "I heard Evelyn Easton studies interior design?" Ernesto Scott thought for a moment and quickly nodded. Squinting slightly, Nora Scott asked again, "Has she worked at your house?" Ernesto Scott answered truthfully, "When she came back with me to the Scott family, my dad was just preparing to transition into interior design and was short-handed. She was pregnant at the time and could have rested, but she helped out to please my dad. However, she didn’t go to the company; she mostly drew blueprints at home." "The blueprints I gave you last time were mostly drawn by her during that period." After a pause, Ernesto Scott added, "But, she drew quite a lot, and only a small portion was kept." Ernesto Scott doesn’t understand interior design, nor mechanical techniques, and can’t help much, so it was Evelyn Easton who liaised directly with Aaron Scott. He could only tell Nora Scott what he knew. As for why Nora Scott was asking about these, Ernesto Scott didn’t ask a single word. As they discussed matters concerning Evelyn Easton, the atmosphere was barely considered harmonious. In the reception hall. "Ferreira, it’s not just me saying this, but if Ernesto Scott’s heart continues to be biased, you should just divorce him!" Ouyang Qiu, driven to madness, angrily left these words to Alma Ferreira after Ernesto Scott departed, then walked away without looking back. Ethan Scott was disgraced, his expression unpleasant. He glanced at the mother and daughter who were severely affected, then left following Ouyang Qiu without saying a word. "Mom, in the future, will the house belong to Nora?" Sophie cried bitterly, pulling Alma Ferreira with grievance. Alma Ferreira’s face darkened, and she spoke resolutely. Sophie was startled by her stern tone. "Sophie, you have to work hard." Alma Ferreira held her hands, "Study well, draw comics well. As long as you and Oliver work hard, we will always have a place in this family. Nora, who doesn’t know her limits, won’t be arrogant for long." Upon hearing the word "comics" from Alma Ferreira’s mouth, Sophie’s face turned pale. She pressed her lips tightly, a sense of fear and panic enveloping her again. "Did you hear me?" Alma Ferreira suddenly asked. Sophie nodded weakly. Feeling extremely distressed, she didn’t receive Alma Ferreira’s comfort but rather a heavier pressure. She took a deep breath and then slowly exhaled. The matter of the comic must not be known to anyone! No! Even if they know, what can they do? Her "First Ruins" was released earlier, which is solid evidence. Regardless of who owns the storyboard, it can’t affect her. Moreover, Nora definitely doesn’t have evidence, or else Nora would have already made it public instead of sneering secretly. Thinking this far, Sophie’s anxious and tense heart gradually calmed down. At this point, as long as she insisted on denying it, no one could do anything to her. If she were intimidated by Nora, she would only mess things up herself. Sophie lowered her eyelids slightly, then raised them, fixing her gaze on Alma Ferreira, saying, "Mom, I’ll let Dad know that Nora isn’t worth his favoritism." After Ernesto Scott and Nora Scott finished chatting, it was almost dark outside. Knowing that Nora would be staying in the alley during this time, Ernesto Scott, though regretful, expressed understanding and insisted that Nora have dinner before leaving. Anywhere would do for eating, and staying at the Scott family meant she could have her preferred dishes, so Nora didn’t refuse. At dinner time, Alma Ferreira and Sophie didn’t come downstairs. Their silent protest didn’t bother Ernesto Scott at all; he was solely concerned about whether Nora was eating to her satisfaction. Lisa was inclined towards Alma Ferreira and Sophie; after Ernesto Scott’s approval, she prepared two meals and knocked on their doors to deliver the food. "Lisa, I don’t want to eat." As Sophie opened the door and saw Lisa outside, her mood was visibly low. ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ novel(ꜰ)ire.net "Miss, eat a little at least." Lisa glanced into the bedroom and advised, "Aren’t you working? How will you have the energy to work if you don’t eat properly and fill your stomach?" Sophie pressed her lips together. Because of Lisa’s goodwill, Sophie hesitated for a moment, but eventually stepped aside to let Lisa into the bedroom. "Oh, Miss, eating is important." Lisa said with a smile as she walked in. She put the tray on the small coffee table but didn’t leave immediately; instead, she pulled out a printed piece of paper from beneath the tray. Sophie glanced at it, instinctively closing the door. Sophie asked curiously. "Oh, I saw it while tidying up the study. I don’t understand it; it looks like a comic." Lisa handed the paper directly to Sophie, looking around deliberately and said, "I thought it might be something you left behind, so I brought it along for you." Sophie glanced at her. As Lisa locked eyes with her, she avoided the gaze. Sophie had never worked in the study; the comic was obviously not hers. Lisa knew this as well. This comic could only belong to Nora. Previously, when Nora said she was a comic artist but was unwilling to show her work, Lisa noticed this. In Lisa’s view, Nora must not be very good at drawing, hence the secrecy. Now having the chance to see Nora’s comic, Lisa couldn’t understand its quality at a glance, but she didn’t hesitate to present it to Sophie. Lisa’s intention was clear to Sophie, her gaze flickered slightly, she said nothing, lowered her head, and quickly flipped through the comic. Comic title: "Call for Help from Afar."