Chapter 891: Chapter 585: Fake Antiques [12] Master Pedro: When Are We Having Kids? [Part 2]

The informant sent the location to Nora Scott.

At the same time, he said, "This village is extremely hidden, only about a hundred people live there. The road only got through in the last couple of years, but cars still can’t get in. We’ve investigated this place. The villagers are especially xenophobic, they strictly control every outsider. Based on our speculation, it’s possible the entire village has been bought off."

"Have you gone in?"

"We’re afraid of alerting the enemy, so we didn’t dare." The informant said, "We’ll try to find a way to look into it these few days."

"Mm."

"Also, we have a few more targets, similar types of villages. Do we check them all?" the informant asked cautiously.

"Check."

Nora gave the answer without thinking.

She’d always thought Biel Hall was progressing slowly, that they weren’t really capable, that they’d taken half a year and still couldn’t find a single stronghold. Now it seemed the problem wasn’t Biel Hall, it was that Alexander Vaughn knew Biel Hall too well and was too cautious in how he did things, which was why he’d had Biel Hall running around like headless chickens for so long with no clue.

If Pedro Langley hadn’t thrown money at it and dug up that patsy Jack Carter, and if they hadn’t accidentally run into Ivan Ford and Butler Fong, who knew how long just these two locations would’ve been dragged out.

...

Nora had the phone on speaker.

The whole conversation between her and the informant, Pedro Langley heard loud and clear.

When she hung up, Nora’s gaze shifted, her eyes curved in a smile as she looked at Pedro. "Langley."

"Can’t hear you."

Pedro didn’t even lift his eyelids, not interested in whatever crazy scheme she was cooking up.

Nora raised a brow. "Then forget it."

He tossed a dry towel onto her head, then covered it with his hand, rubbing at her damp hair. "Talk," he said helplessly.

"Wanna go take a look?" Nora asked, full of excitement. "I’ll protect you."

"Not drawing anymore?"

"..."

"Not making my birthday present anymore?"

"..."

Faced with blow after blow from Pedro, Nora quickly bounced back. "It’s just one night, it won’t delay anything."

She wanted to get to the bottom of things in the village. Other than asking around, the only option was to sneak in at night.

This kind of thing, Nora did all the time.

She’d even dragged Pedro to go "flying over eaves and walls" with her. Back then Pedro was still a block of stiff, honest iron—Nora’s unruly behavior and ideas had completely shattered his worldview. But Pedro adapted fast—after a couple of times, he could keep a straight face.

Pedro knew there was nothing he could do about her. "Get some rest first, we’ll talk tomorrow."

"Okay."

Just right—her bones were itching; she could use some exercise.

But Pedro’s bones were itching too, so that night he kept her company and they really stretched those muscles. The next day Nora almost couldn’t get up to practice the bamboo flute.

...

Nora was the kind of person with such outrageously good connections that it was almost ridiculous. Even though everyone knew her bamboo flute playing equaled noise, every morning someone would video call her and patiently listen to her blow.

First it was Julian Linfield, then April Thomason, and today it was Flora Loughton.

"After you two get the marriage certificate, are you coming back for a family meal, or do you want to spend some time on your little two-person world?"

About to see her third son finally succeed in his revolution, Flora, after praising Nora with her eyes closed for "showing improvement," couldn’t contain her joy as she probed about their marriage certificate plans.

Nora hadn’t decided yet. Sitting on the windowsill swinging her legs, she happened to catch sight of Pedro walking into the front yard from the first floor, and called out, "Master."

"I’ve gone deaf."

Pedro carried the watering can to water the plants and lazily tossed a line back at her.

"..."

Before Nora could say anything, Flora hurried to speak up. "Nora, don’t get mad, I’ll teach him a lesson for you right now."

"Uh."

Nora had just opened her mouth to say it wasn’t necessary when Flora efficiently hung up the video, then immediately called Pedro and gave the completely clueless Pedro a thorough tongue-lashing.

Pedro had a whole string of ellipses hanging over his head.

After taking the scolding, Pedro set the watering can aside, took a deep breath, and turned to head into the living room.

He ran right into Nora coming down the stairs.

"Our mom’s really warm-hearted, huh." Nora’s acting skills were truly terrible; she couldn’t hide the schadenfreude on her face at all.

Seeing her smiling like a flower, her brows bright, all Pedro’s pent-up resentment vanished in an instant. "Come eat breakfast."

"Oh."

Nora clacked over in her wooden clogs.

In a certain sense, Nora was the type to push her luck—the more you spoiled her, the more pampered she became.

At first she could handle breakfast herself, but after Pedro peeled a few eggs for her and cut her fried dough sticks a few times, she got used to relying on him. As soon as she sat down, she would push the food over.

Cutting the fried dough sticks with the posture of cutting steak, Pedro slanted a look at Nora and suddenly said, "Mom asked when we’re going to have kids."

"Cough."

Nora choked on a mouthful of hot porridge. She coughed twice, then hurriedly grabbed the soy milk and drank a few sips.

Pedro handed her a napkin.

Taking the napkin to wipe her mouth, Nora frowned slightly and asked seriously, "We’re not married yet, are we?"

Pedro said blandly, "Soon."

Nora hissed. "Is it too late if I regret it now?"

"In your dreams." Pushing the cut fried dough sticks over, Pedro said unhurriedly, "Think it over before you answer."

Stabbing a piece of fried dough with her fork, Nora took a bite and said honestly, "I don’t want kids for now."

Picking up an egg, Pedro casually followed up, "Then we won’t have any."

"Just like that?" Nora was a little surprised.

"Mm."

Pedro responded calmly.

After a moment, under Nora’s suspicious gaze, Pedro added, "I already have a grandson. You think I’m going to care about one more kid?"

"..."

Nora was speechless.

If you can be that chill about it, that really is pretty great.

After thinking it over, Nora wanted to properly praise Pedro. She racked her brain in her head and wrote a whole little essay, but just as she was about to open her mouth, her phone buzzed and vibrated.

She glanced at it—it was a call from Ryan Ford.