Overprotected By My Tsundere CEO-Chapter 477 - 282: My Beauty Scott, Super Warm [Second Update]

Chapter 477: Chapter 282: My Beauty Scott, Super Warm [Second Update]
Nora Scott had previously designed elaborate mechanism rooms and villas. The kind of interior design that Evelyn Easton wanted was child’s play for her.
It really wasn’t any trouble.
Hearing her say this, Marcus Shaw felt slightly relieved.
Then he heard Nora ask, "Is that all you want?"
"Yeah."
Marcus really couldn’t come up with another wish.
Nora glanced leisurely at Marcus.
The young boy doesn’t know the weight of a promise...
She stepped on the gas, overtaking the sports car ahead that was driving like an old-fashioned mobility scooter.
*
It was about ten o’clock at night when they returned to Cloudwater Haven.
The group chat had been lively for about an hour, but since Oliver Scott had not appeared and the teacher had started asking if their homework was done, the heated conversation quickly died down, and no one continued to speak.
However, whether people had switched to private chats or smaller groups was unknown.
Marcus Shaw sat at his desk, intending to continue working on the test he hadn’t finished in the morning. Yet, feeling a bit restless, after solving two problems, he took out his phone and opened the WeChat interface.
The first conversation in the chat page was the now-silent class group, and below it was [Chatterbox].
His chat with Oliver Scott was still stuck at the series of ellipses he had sent.
Since then, there had been no sound.
Staring at the chat box for a moment, Marcus exited and then went into the contacts to call Oliver directly.
The phone rang for half a minute before being answered.
"Bro?"
Oliver was breathing heavily, his voice light and seemingly surprised by Marcus’s call.
Hearing his voice, Marcus’s tightly furrowed brows relaxed, and in a calm yet cold tone, he said, "Just checking if you’re dead."
"Ouch."
Oliver sounded like he was on the verge of tears, "Almost, I’m all scratched up."
"Who hit you?"
"...No one, got scratched while breaking up a fight."
This whole week, Oliver had been quite distracted, probably worrying about the family issues at home.
He messaged Marcus in the morning to say he was going to his mother’s family, the Ferreira Family. Though he didn’t state the reason, Marcus could guess—it was nothing more than asking him to say nice things to Ernesto Scott, to prevent things from escalating to a divorce.
As the saying goes, "Better demolish a temple than ruin a marriage," encouraging reconciliation over separation seems to be a traditional rule.
"Oh." Marcus paused, then asked, "Haven’t you gone home yet?"
"It’s too late, I’ll head back tomorrow." Oliver explained, sounding clearer and steadier, "By the way, was there something you wanted to ask me?"
"The monthly exam results are out."
"So fast?" Oliver was slightly stunned, then said, "It’s been noisy here, didn’t check my phone. Did you get first place?"
"Yeah."
"Figured."
Oliver wasn’t the least bit disappointed; rather, he seemed to have an ’as expected’ tone, calmly explaining, "I got distracted during the English listening test, probably lost about ten points."
Based on his self-assessment, he could usually estimate his score accurately, with little margin for error.
"..."
Seeing that Oliver wasn’t bothered, Marcus remained silent.
At least he had been worried if the chatterbox had truly become completely introverted this time...
After a brief pause, Marcus coolly remarked, "Even without distraction, I’d still outscore you."
"Impossible." Oliver sounded full of confidence, "For the last math problem, you’re sure to lose points. Very few in the whole school could get it right, and you’re definitely not one of them. Our score difference is probably within ten points, right?"
"...Hanging up."
Marcus said coldly.
"Wait!"
Oliver hurriedly stopped him.
"What?" Marcus asked, annoyed.
"How was the date with sis? Next time she asks you out, bring me along." Oliver sounded a bit excited.
—Clearly, this guy hadn’t cared about the ranking in the exam, with a strong belief that he’d reclaim first place next time.
"Go study." Marcus ended the call.
*
Ferreira Family.
After the call was hung up, Oliver ruffled his hair, feeling a bit regretful.
Knock knock knock, knock knock knock.
"Master Scott."
The voice of a servant came from outside the door.
Putting his phone away, Oliver went to open the door.
"Lord Ferreira asked me to bring you some ointment to apply," the servant handed over a package, carefully eyeing Oliver a few times.
"Thank you."
Oliver took the ointment and closed the door.
Passing by the floor-to-ceiling window, he glanced outside, seeing his reflection and the noticeable scratch on his left cheek.
He raised his hand to touch it, wincing in pain and quickly drawing his hand back.
The Ferreira Family had two sons and a daughter.
Oliver’s uncle was already a grandfather, and his grandfather had a large family. Nevertheless, his grandfather usually treated him well, and Oliver often visited the Ferreira family when visiting relatives.
However, regarding the divorce between Alma Ferreira and Ernesto Woods, he and his grandfather held different views.
His grandfather saw it as a family disgrace and didn’t want Alma and Ernesto to divorce, whereas Oliver felt the marriage was over in essence and didn’t oppose their divorce.
Consequently, the family’s focus, led by his grandfather, turned against him. The whole day was spent in criticism and accusation.
After dinner, his grandfather sought to talk with him again, unaware that Alma overheard their conversation. She then lambasted him, calling him an ungrateful wretch, berating him for half an hour. A cousin, unable to stand it, spoke a few words in his defense, resulting in Alma turning on her and a fight breaking out.
The two women had a shouting match, and during the altercation, they began physically fighting. When Oliver stepped in to break it up, he nearly got seriously hurt.
After breaking up the fight, he calmed both sides down, staying busy until now, simply overwhelmed.
In light of this family chaos, the school exam rankings seemed trivial...
Not worth mentioning.
Sitting on the bed, Oliver looked down at the ointment, knitting his brows slightly.
Just then, his phone vibrated; another call came in.
Pulling it out for a look, it turned out to be Ernesto Scott.
?
This parent hardly ever called him once in a blue moon, what brought this on today?
With curious feelings, Oliver answered the call, saying, "Dad."
"Heard your exam scores are out?"
"Yeah."
Oliver felt a bit uneasy.
It was rare that Ernesto would ask about his results, and coincidentally it was during a time when he didn’t do so well...
With one misfortune after another, could his luck be any worse?
Ernesto asked, "Didn’t get first place?"
"...Yeah."
Oliver gently replied.
"Speak up." Ernesto’s voice boomed, a bit overwhelming.
Exhaling slightly in relief, Oliver raised his volume, "Second."
"Second is second, just two points off. It’s not embarrassing, so what’s the big deal?" Ernesto admonished, "It’s not as if it’s the college entrance exams!"
"..."
???
So he wasn’t calling to criticize?
After a long pause, Oliver answered, "Yeah."
"Don’t pay attention to your mom, always harping on about first place. She’s making the whole family neurotic."
"Oh."
Oliver couldn’t help but be surprised by Ernesto’s perspective.
Ernesto rarely paid attention to the family, much less expressed his views on their academic performances...
Unexpectedly open-minded.
"Was the score something your sis...?" Pausing, Oliver reconsidered his wording, "I mean, did my eldest sister tell you?"
"Yeah."
Ernesto tried to stay composed but couldn’t hide the happiness in his tone.
It was rare for Nora to call him proactively.
Though this time it was about Oliver, it was enough to please him.
Oliver touched his nose, pretending he hadn’t caught the happiness in every syllable of his father’s voice.
"Only found out you’d gone to the Ferreira Family when I came back. Did they give you any trouble?" Ernesto’s paternal concern, usually reserved for Nora, extended a bit to Oliver.
"Not really."
Thinking about this, Oliver felt his cheek’s scratch throbbing with pain.
"They’re all crazy, care more about saving face." Ernesto Scott declared, "I’ll pick you up myself tomorrow. Let them make all the fuss they want, it doesn’t matter what the others think."
Not realizing what a gesture it was for his father to personally pick him up, Oliver asked, "Did Big Sis tell you my results, Dad?"
"I heard your exam results are out?"
"Yeah."
Oliver grew a bit anxious.
It was rare for Ernesto Scott to ask about his grades, and it just so happened to be when he didn’t do well...
Wave after wave, how could all of this hit at once...
"Hmm." Ernesto continued, "I understand you did not come first this time?"
"No, I didn’t... I missed first place."
Oliver felt slightly deflated.
"Speak up." Ernesto’s voice was loud and a bit echoey.
.....
???
Some moments later, Oliver gave half a smile and replied, "I got third."
"Oh." Ernesto replied calmly over the phone, "I thought it would be worse. A C’s not bad. We’ll work on it, it’s just midterms."
"Thanks, Dad."
"Anyway, don’t listen to your mother. She’s obsessed with being number one." Ernesto added.
Oliver furrowed his brow, clutching the phone tightly as though it might give him answers.
Running his hands through his hair, Oliver felt momentarily relieved.
As he sat there, the phone buzzed again, signaling another call.
This time, the caller ID displayed Ernesto Scott.
His father who had not called him in ages was calling him today?
With a sense of trepidation, Oliver picked up the call and said, "Dad."
"I heard your exam results are out?"
"Yeah."
Oliver’s response was slightly hesitant.
It was rare for Ernesto to ask about his grades, and now it was just when he didn’t do well...
"So you didn’t get first place?" Ernesto inquired further.
"Yeah."
"Speak up." Ernesto’s voice was loud and slightly deafening.
"I said, no."
"That’s no big deal." Ernesto reprimanded, "It’s not like it’s the big college exam!"
Oliver realized that his father was actually talking about the school exams, which seemed quite trivial in the midst of the family conflict.
Wondering why he was receiving so many consecutive calls, Oliver picked up again, recognizing Ernesto’s number.
?
This father hardly called him even once in eight hundred years. What was up with today?
With a sense of curiosity, Oliver answered, "Dad?"
"I heard your exam results are out?"
"Yeah."
Oliver was a bit worried.