After dinner, Norris Moore got ready to leave.
Luke Moore came over to see her off.
The night wind had become a bit chilly, and there Norris stood in front of the living room sofa, putting on her trench coat.
The black trench coat draped over her slender shoulders gave her an air of distant coolness. Norris gathered her hair with a rubber band, and beneath the wispy fringe was her snow-white, serene face.
She had always been different from the Moore family; he had cherished her from a young age, raising her as his own daughter. But human hearts are biased, and sometimes, he couldn't help but favor Abigail.
He didn't know how Norris had found out about her origins; apart from him and his late wife, there shouldn't have been anyone else who knew.
He was somewhat afraid that Norris might become estranged from him because of this.
