Chapter 117

Writer's POV

"Mother, you know you don't necessarily need to give Eleanor the princess treatment. You have no idea what she has done to me whenever I was with her in my house. Mother, I have PTSD. She is a scary person. Too scary," Emil grumbled and reported.

He was done with his part of the chore and he wanted to sleep like Eleanor. He was just trying to be closer to Eleanor's mother. He understood why Eleanor had to take a break.

"You are trouble, Emil. If I were Eleanor, I would throw you something hard in the face. you would wonder why I did that to you. Do you want to sleep too or do you just want to disturb me?"

Mother was done with her cleaning too, it looked like the whole house was back to being brand new. He followed Mother back to the sitting room. He just wanted to have some time with her.

Emil didn't lie about the way she had been approaching and referring to him. When they were kids, she used to be a mother to both of them. She was strict and equally sweet. She would ca