Her Divorce, His Downfall (Sophia and Damian) novel Chapter 22

Chapter 22

Her face went pale. She collapsed into the chair, gasping for air, coughing violently.

“Grandmother-” Damian saw she was truly furious. He stepped forward to calm her down.

“Stay back.” Eleanor glared daggers at him. “You’d love it if I dropped dead, wouldn’t you? One less problem.”

“Please don’t be upset.”

Afraid of pushing her over the edge, Damian stopped in his tracks. He looked at Kevin.

Kevin got the message. He rushed over, patting her back gently.

“Madam Hall, please calm down. Your blood pressure spikes when you get worked up. The dizziness, the headaches…

“You have to stay calm. For your health.”

Eleanor’s breathing finally steadied. She let out a heavy sigh.

“Kevin, I want to take care of my health. But Julian ran off overseas to dodge marriage talks. My grandson’s having an affair. Not a single one of them gives me peace.

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haven’t held a great–grandchild yet. I can’t let go.

“My Sophia’s in the hospital because of them. They’re trying to kill me.”

At the mention of his late grandfather, Edward Hall, Damian’s expression darkened further. He said nothing.

Just then, Catherine glided in, a maid trailing behind with a

tray.

A dutiful smile plastered on her face, she carefully set a porcelain bowl on the low table beside Eleanor.

“Mom, I made this clam chowder myself. Please, have some. Your health comes first.”

Her voice was gentle. Her eyes swept over Damian’s rigid profile before landing on Eleanor’s displeased face.

She smiled, lifting a bowl from the maid’s tray and placing it on the table beside Eleanor.

Eleanor nodded. A flat “Mm.” But she didn’t touch the soup. She had no appetite for food right now.

Catherine didn’t seem bothered. She set another bowl on the low table next to Damian, her voice heavy with meaning.

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back up.”

She paused, si 41

softly. “Stop upsetting your grandmother. Sophia got hurt because of that Isabelle girl.”

“I checked the security footage. She climbed over the wall to get in. She knew it was our family dinner tonight and crashed it anyway. Turned the whole Hall residence upside down. Absolutely shameless.”

“She needed to learn her lesson. We owe Sophia that much.”

Damian’s brow twitched almost imperceptibly. His eyes went cold. But she was his mother–he didn’t argue.

“Hmph! Your wife’s lying in a hospital bed and you’re off visiting Isabelle.”

Eleanor’s anger flared back up. She scoffed. “How worried were you about that girl to drag your injured body to a detention center? When did my grandson start cleaning up messes for outsiders? You planning to marry her or something?”

“I know what I’m doing.” Damian closed his eyes, exhausted. “Grandmother, I’ve got this, Please, go rest,”

“Knowing isn’t enough!” Eleanor stood, towering over him. “Go apologize to Sophia! Don’t break her heart. You’ll regret it if you

do!”

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She turned away, done with him. Rubbing her temples, she waved at Kevin.

“Kevin, help me to my room. Looking at them gives me a headache.”

“Yes, Madam Hall.” Kevin hurried over, carefully supporting her

arm.

As they passed Damian, Eleanor paused. She opened her mouth –then just shook her head, disappointment written all over her face. With Kevin’s help, she walked out. Didn’t look back once.

The massive hall emptied out. Just Damian with fury written all over his face, Catherine, and a few maids desperately trying to become invisible.

The air felt suffocating. Heavy enough to crush.

“Damian, please. Drink this.” Catherine stared at her son’s pale face, voice thick with concern. “Your wound hasn’t healed. Get some sleep tonight. Go see Sophia first thing tomorrow morning.”

Damian’s gaze flickered to his mother’s face, Finally, he picked up the bowl without a word.

His throat worked as he drained it in one go.

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looked up again, exhaustion lined every feature.

“Mom, I’m going to bed. You should rest too.”

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