From His Wife to His Uncle's Wife novel Chapter 355

Paola and her two sons guided Eleanor around the room, introducing her to every relative. After a while, Eleanor’s cheeks hurt from all the smiling.

At the end of the introductions, Paola took the microphone in front of everyone. “My granddaughter has spent more than twenty years out there, suffering so much. That’s on me. I didn’t take care of my daughter. I didn’t protect my granddaughter. To make it right, I’m giving all my shares to Eleanor.”

“This is the security our family is giving her.”

Paola owned twenty percent of the company. She had planned to divide those shares among her grandchildren before she passed, but now she was transferring everything to Eleanor. She had already explained her decision to the rest of the family, and nobody objected.

Eleanor, though, had no idea.

“Grandma... I can't take this,” Eleanor said softly, trying to refuse.

Paola held her hand tight. “Silly girl. Max is good to you now, but what if he changes his mind someday?”

“You can only put so much faith in what a man says. The only thing you can truly hold onto is money in your own hands.”

Hearing Paola’s honest words, Eleanor stopped resisting. Max, standing next to her, tried not to react but couldn’t help twitching his lips.

Seriously? She’s trash-talking me in front of everyone? Isn’t that a bit much?

“Babe, I’m not going to change,” Max said, sounding completely wronged.

Eleanor shot him a look. “Don’t start. Be quiet.”

Max just looked even more pitiful.

By the end of the banquet, Eleanor was feeling it. Being pregnant made her back ache, and she just wanted to sit down.

In the car on the way home, Max gently massaged her lower back. “Babe, when the baby gets a little bigger, let’s go see the ocean.”

Jessie managed to stop. She knew she could never go back to the Goff family, and she didn’t have a place with the Davidsons either. Peter Clarkson was all she had left. If she lost him, she’d have nothing.

Peter sat alone in his study, staring at the news, reading it again and again. He lit a cigarette, his mind racing. The article said Eleanor had been switched at birth by a nanny. He remembered that Autumn had been Jessie’s nanny. That meant Juliana was the one who switched them.

He tried to tell himself he didn’t regret anything, but that was a lie. If things had started differently, maybe life wouldn’t have been so hard.

That night, just before they fell asleep, Peter asked Jessie quietly, “Did you know you were switched at birth before this came out?”

Jessie froze for a second but forced herself to sound calm. “Of course not, Peter. If I’d known, I would have told my dad right away.”

“You don’t believe me?”

Peter closed his eyes, turned away from her, and said, “Go to sleep. I have a meeting in the morning.”