Trash Husband, I'm the Top novel Chapter 391

“Lucky star?”

Nora’s eyes shimmered with unshed tears.

Growing up, she’d only ever heard people call her a curse—a jinx. Never, not once, had anyone called her a blessing.

But now, for the first time, someone did.

In this moment, her heart was overflowing with warmth.

The elderly Mrs. Cooper, who knew all too well how much Nora had suffered, gently dabbed away her tears with a tissue before pulling her into a soft embrace, soothing her with gentle pats on the back.

“Aurora, from now on, you have your grandmother to protect you. No one will ever hurt you again.”

“Thank you, Grandma.”

Nora’s gratitude flooded her eyes anew.

“Your studio—I’ll have someone take care of it for you. And I’ve already arranged the production line. All you need to do is focus on what you love.”

“I…” Nora could barely get the words out, overwhelmed with gratitude.

She took a deep breath, knowing that no amount of thanks could fully express what she felt.

“If the company ever wants to expand into fragrances, I can help,” she offered quietly.

It was something she could do—her way to give back.

But Mrs. Cooper only shook her head, smiling. “Your studio is doing just fine. Let’s keep it that way.”

She knew how much Nora loved creating perfumes. To have the freedom to do what you love—what luckier fate was there? If it became tangled up with profit and obligation, it would only become a burden. Mrs. Cooper was determined that Nora would never be shackled by such things.

Her granddaughter deserved to live freely, to do as she pleased.

Nora could only hold her gratitude close and silently vow to craft a special fragrance just for her grandmother.

As warmth filled the room, Mary and Monica appeared in the doorway.

Hearing the laughter, Mary’s face immediately darkened. David was still missing—his fate uncertain—and yet here they were, acting as if nothing was wrong, laughing with that illegitimate child as if they couldn’t wait for something to happen to David.

She muttered to Monica, “Look at them. Your father’s disappeared, and not only are they not mourning, they’re laughing with that outsider like we don’t even matter.”

Monica didn’t respond—her thoughts seemed far away.

She wanted them to spend more time together.

Nora immediately stood. “Come on, Monica.”

Monica asked a maid to fetch a coat for Nora before leading the way to the garden.

Mrs. Cooper watched them go, a satisfied smile tugging at her lips.

Only Mary remained, her eyes clouded with resentment.

Outside, in the small garden, Nora found a spot and sat down. Monica settled across from her, looking more haggard than usual.

She’d never been good at hiding her feelings, and as soon as she sat, she blurted out, “Did my dad really do all those things?”

Nora gazed at the fiery chrysanthemums blooming nearby and replied softly, “You’ve probably looked into it yourself, haven’t you?”

Otherwise, Monica wouldn’t be asking—she’d be raising a scene, just like Mary.

She was maturing.

Monica hadn’t wanted to believe it at first, so she’d asked someone to investigate. The results had left her shaken and unable to deny the truth.