My Wife is a Hacker Chapter 567

Mrs.Wallace Sr.nodded, not minding it.Instead, she looked at her granddaughter with puzzlement.

"Where are you going?" Nicole knew she could never hide things from her grandmother, nor did she
intend to.

"I am traveling with my parents, worried that you would miss me, so I first came to see you."

Mrs.Wallace Sr.nodded.

"Don't worry about me.I'm all right.Be careful when you're out there."

Nicole listened patiently to her grandmother's nagging admonition without interrupting her.

After a moment, she glanced at her watch.

"Grandma, I have to go."

Mrs.Wallace Sr.nodded downheartedly and sighed softly as she watched her granddaughter turn away.

Nicole had always been sensible.

Especially after she was lost and found, she became as steady and dependable as now; every time
before going out, she would let her grandmother know lest her grandmother would be worried.

Mrs.Wallace Sr.knew that her granddaughter had secrets, and that she probably was not going on a
vacation.But since Nicole did not tell her, she would not ask.

Returning to her room silently, Mrs.Wallace Sr.sat down at her desk, secretly praying for Nicole's safe
return.



What had to be done had been done; Nicole and Carl headed straight for the airport.

On the plane, Nicole silently looked at the clouds outside the window, her mind drifting away.She
thought of where she was about to return and sighed.

Carl noticed her emotions and turned to look at her with a slight concern in his affectionate blue eyes.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

Nicole said not a word.She shook her head gently and closed her eyes.

Carl looked at her for a moment and then pulled a blanket over her body.

He did not want Nicole to continue to get involved in those things, but she was the only person who
could control those things and solve the crisis.The plane seemed to be flying in an arc across the sky.

When it landed, the sun was shining brightly, and the air was warm.

In San Joto-- When Sebastian returned home, he kneaded his forehead as he felt a little exhausted
after going out for the entire day.

A sound came from the kitchen.

At first, Sebastian thought Marie was back in his house and cooking without him asking.

But before he could say anything, Martin poked his head out of the kitchen.

"Dad? You're back?"

Sebastian nodded, looking at Martin with surprise and a faint sense of puzzlement.

'What are you doing in the kitchen?" Martin shrugged.



"I'm hungry, and thinking that you must haven't eaten, so I have also made you something."

He then brought three dishes straight out.Sebastian looked at them and was surprised.

‘These things look good"

He looked at his son and asked, "When did you learn to cook?"

Martin replied impatiently while setting the table.

"When I was still a child, you were always not at home.So I learned a little by myself, and then when I
went abroad, I was not used to the food there and learned to cook."

Sebastian felt a faint pang of guilt upon hearing what Martin said.

Martin seemed to have read his mind and cocked an eyebrow.

"Don't get sentimental now; it's too late."

Then he sat down at the table and dug in.

"Where have you been this evening?" he suddenly asked casually.

Sebastian took off his coat, and after washing his hands, he sat down and said, "The Riddle family had
a dinner party.I was invited.

'The Riddle family? Isn't the family that Nicole is from?' Martin's eyes widened, and he looked not too
happy.

"Why didn't you tell me earlier so I could go with you?"


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