Chapter 87

Writer's POV

Eleanor staggered. Liam Tolstoy again? He was Father's friend according to Mother. He was the one who caused the mother's accident. She looked at her mother. Eleanor was pale and numb, she looked like she had just seen a ghost. Perhaps it was right that she shouldn't have known the person.

Why was everything still related to Harrison? Why did Harrison have to be in that family? What was she going to do? "Emil, let's go." She picked up her bag. "I knew I shouldn't have told you. Eleanor, don't go. Liam is a very dangerous man and I don't want you to lose your life. I can't mourn two kids."

Eleanor paused at the door and looked at her mother. "You would hug both your kids instead. Watch me," she said and left with Emil. She was bluffing. She wasn't sure what to do anymore.

"You shouldn't have been that way with your mother. I know you're super angry but then, she is still your mother and she was taken for all those years when you were alone." It is funny how Eleanor always