After I left Alpha father and son went crazy with regret novel Chapter 93

Chapter 93 

Just as Nora parted her lips to speak, the door opened, and Harrison stepped inside. His brows furrowed in concern as he took in her pale complexion. 

“Nora, are you okay?” he asked, his voice laced with genuine worry. 

Nora blinked, slightly taken aback. She and Harrison weren’t particularly close. He was much younger than her, and their paths had never truly intertwined, but his concern felt sincere. 

“I’m fine,” she murmured, offering a faint smile. 

Harrison didn’t seem convinced. 

“I just got back,” he explained, running a hand through his hair. 

“I missed the food here, and then I heard you were sick. You should eat something. It’ll help you recover faster.” 

Nora hesitated. She hadn’t realized how weak she felt until now. The fever from last night had drained her, leaving her lightheaded. Eating might actually be a good idea. 

“Alright,” she agreed softly. 

She pushed back the covers and stood, steadying herself before making her way downstairs. What she didn’t realize was that Arnold had followed her. 

The dining table was already set when Nora arrived. 

She sat down, and moments later, Arnold settled into the seat beside her. 

He was close, but there was an invisible wall between them–one of distance, silence, and unresolved emotions. 

From time to time, his phone vibrated. Nora didn’t mean to look, but out of the corner of her eye, she saw Linda’s name flashing on the screen. 

Her stomach clenched involuntarily. 

Grandmother Lancelot, seated at the head of the table, noticed the tension between them. She sighed, setting down her spoon. 

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“Arnold,” she said pointedly, “you and Nora need to communicate properly.” 

barely reacted. He 

Arnold barely reacted. He took a sip of his coffee and muttered, “We’re fine.” 

Nora said nothing. She wasn’t going to argue, especially not in front of the family. 

To break the awkwardness, Harrison returned with a tray of fruit. “Nora, do you mind helping me with something?” 

“Of course. What is it?” 

He sat beside her, pulling out a notebook. “I’ve been struggling with some foreign language questions for 

my diplomacy studies. Could you take a look 

As she glanced through his notes, a flicker of surprise crossed her face. These were complex translations, covering multiple languages–some human, some orcish, even a few ancient dialects. 

Still, she worked through them smoothly, explaining with ease. 

Harrison stared at her in awe. “You’re amazing! I had no idea you knew so much.” 

She smiled faintly. I had to learn a lot for my work.” 

His admiration only grew. “My major involves diplomacy between wolf packs and other species. Languages are a huge part of it, but even my professors struggle with some of these. You’re like a walking AI, but way better!” 

His excitement was endearing, and Nora felt a rare warmth. It had been a long time since someone had appreciated her knowledge. 

Once they finished, Harrison grinned. “Thank you! That really helped.” 

She nodded, but fatigue was already weighing on her again. “I think I’ll rest for a while.” 

As she passed Alex’s room, she heard his voice, bright and full of energy. 

Linda’s voice followed, soft and coaxing. 

Alex was giggling, chatting easily with her, even pouting at her playfully. 

Nora paused outside the door, listening for a few moments. A dull ache settled in her chest. 

Then, without a word, she turned away. 

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Later, Grandmother Lancelot came to her room, carrying a small pot. The scent of herbs filled the air. 

“The therapist prepared this for you,” she said, setting it on the bedside table. 

Nora sat up slowly, taking the warm cup into her hands. “Thank you.” 

The older woman settled into a chair, watching her closely. “Arnold left again,” she said, a hint of resentment in her voice. “Even on weekends, he’s always working.” 

Nora merely smiled, though it didn’t reach her eyes. She already knew where Arnold had gone. Probably something related to Linda. 

“He’s busy,” she said lightly, taking a sip of the bitter medicine. 

Grandmother Lancelot huffed. “Too busy for his family.” 

Nora didn’t reply. 

By the next morning. Nora felt significantly better. 

The fever had subsided, and though a lingering weakness remained, she was determined not to let it slow her down. 

Sitting at her vanity, she examined herself in the mirror. 

Her complexion was still a little pale, but her sharp eyes carried their usual calm resolve. 

She dressed in a fitted navy blouse with delicate pearl buttons and paired it with a high–waisted beige skirt. 

The outfit was professional yet elegant, a reminder of the poised and self–sufficient woman she had always been. 

Slipping into her modest heels, she fastened a simple silver watch around her wrist and pulled her dark hair into a neat ponytail. 

As she made her way downstairs, she found Harrison waiting in the foyer, adjusting the strap of his satchel.