Chapter 5: Chapter 5: Dragging You Into My Hardship
Although Jasper Sinclair did not allow Grandma Sinclair to meddle, Grandma Sinclair still gave Nora Northwood a call to express her concern.
Otherwise, after getting the certificate, both grandfather and grandson might run off, and the young lady might think they were scammers.
At this moment, Nora Northwood was waiting for the bus, listening to Grandma Sinclair’s warm reminders, not taking it seriously.
Although not yet very familiar, now that they were legally family, she would not shirk the necessary manners and responsibilities.
"Grandma, don’t worry, I will get along well with Mr. Sinclair. I’ll be busy on weekends, but I’ll make soup and come visit you on Monday!"
The two chatted for a few more words, and Nora Northwood hung up the phone, citing the inconvenience as her bus was arriving.
Grandma Sinclair sighed softly, "Poor thing, my granddaughter-in-law is stuck taking the bus in this weather."
"When I was eighteen and first started working, I also squeezed onto the bus!"
Jasper Sinclair showed no sympathy.
A person can be poor, but if they’re not willing to work hard and endure some hardship, then they deserve to stay poor.
He provided a monthly allowance as his duty in the marriage. If that woman was vain and spent it all, how she lived was not his concern.
Grandma Sinclair was used to her grandson’s indifference, just hoping that Nora Northwood could warm this cold-hearted person.
Not being rush hour, the bus was not crowded.
Nora Northwood rubbed her frozen hands, sending a message to her flower shop partner and best friend, Lily Sloan.
"A batch of fresh flowers will be delivered from the suburban farm today, please receive them. Thanksgiving is right around the corner, we need to stock up more. I’ll send you today’s orders shortly, then I’ll take over in the afternoon!"
Lily Sloan quickly replied.
"Are you going to spend some sweet time with your husband, Christian Quinn? Remember to bring me some wedding candies!"
Nora Northwood didn’t quite know how to reply.
Lily Sloan knew about her and Christian Quinn getting their license today.
But with someone else in the picture now, the situation was too outrageous for her to explain.
After hesitating for a long time, she could only send back a "sure."
Putting down the phone, Nora Northwood looked at the retreating street view, feeling a bit melancholic.
If Spencer’s situation had occurred a few months earlier, she might not have had to walk down the path of marriage.
She managed a physical flower shop, and along with online local orders, the income wasn’t bad.
Over the years, she had quietly saved some money, but seeing their business doing well, suppliers deliberately increased kickbacks.
After discussing it with Lily Sloan, they decided to contract a flower growing farm themselves. For this, they pooled all their money and took a loan against the flower shop.
Now the flower shop was gradually getting on track, but there was no spare money to divert.
Thinking about this, she sighed deeply.
Fate was cruel; the marriage certificate in her bag lay like a mountain weighing her down, and she had just come to terms with marrying a stranger.
After transferring buses twice, she arrived home just in time for lunch.
In the dining room, Quentin Ford and two others were having lunch, the atmosphere was incredibly warm.
She stood outside the door, lonely, not fitting in with the scene.
May Lawrence saw her, and her smile froze instantly, looking rather awkward.
"Nora’s back? Why didn’t you call?"
The cautious tone made it seem as if they had just met.
Nora Northwood’s memories were still stuck before she turned six, when she was crying after her father’s death, and this woman held her all night, so gently, so reassuringly.
But unknowingly, everything had changed; she was now like a passerby in this house, all warmth no longer belonged to her.