Please Me Daddy (Gracie) novel Chapter 159

Eleanor and Wyatt Carpenter

Grace

Austin stopped the car in front of the station, and the moment the engine settled, I pushed the door stepped out. Austin immediately got out as well, rounding the car to stand beside me.

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I stared at the prison building, swallowing hard. I’d always joked that one day Eleanor would end up in jail because of her insane temper, and Wyatt would follow her simply because he loved her too much to let her cause chaos alone. I never actually expected the joke to come true.

My heart thudded as I imagined how many officers Eleanor had injured while trying to get in. Hopefully not many. Maybe just one, or two. God, please not more than two.

Worst case scenario, I would bail them out. I still had money left from my last salary. I would get them out today, no matter what. They couldn’t stay here. If Lucas found out his parents were in jail he would have a meltdown, and Liana… she’d probably think it was cool and want to interview them for school.

“Miss Grace, this way,” Austin said gently.

I nodded and followed him.

When the guard at the front entrance noticed someone approaching, he stepped forward to stop us, but the second he saw Austin’s face, he froze, eyes widening. His entire posture changed instantly.

“Mr. Austin!” he said, bowing quickly. 1

Austin didn’t even acknowledge the bow. “I heard some people were making a disturbance.”

“Yes, sir,” the guard replied, looking terrified. “This way, sir. I’ll take you there.”

I looked between the guard and Austin, stunned.

Just how influential was Apollo that even his secretary commanded this much respect? It was like everyone here already knew better than to question him.

Austin opened the inner door for me, holding it as if I was someone important. I felt awkward under the gesture, not sure why he treated me so respectfully, but I didn’t question it. I couldn’t think about anything except Eleanor and Wyatt,

I stepped inside.

The atmosphere changed immediately. Officers stood at attention, some with bruises on their arms, some looking exhausted, all glancing at us with uncertainty. I scanned every corner, searching for any sign of my friends.

Eventually, we reached a door at the end of the hallway.

“They’re in here,” the guard said, already nervous.

I took a deep breath, bracing myself, and stepped inside.

The moment the door opened, loud curses hit iny ears. I looked up, and there she was.

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Eleanor was pacing like a caged tiger, fury radiating off her. Her hands were planted on her hips, her face flushed red, breath coming hard as she muttered under her breath, something that definitely sounded like homicide.

She suddenly stomped her foot against the floor, whirling around. “How dare they! How dare they do that to Grace! I swear, I’m going to murder every single one of them today. They won’t be able to walk when I’m finished. And if those idiots don’t let me see those assholes, I’ll set this entire place on fire!”

Oh God.

She looked like she meant every single word.

Leaning against the wall with the calmness of a man who had lived through this chaos far too many times was Wyatt. He watched his wife quietly, arms folded, nodding occasionally like this was a normal Tuesday morning argument and not a promise of arson.

He knew how she got when she was angry. Letting her vent was always the fastest way to calm her down eventually.

I stared at both of them, my eye twitching. “I thought we made it clear that you are not going to murder anyone.”

Both Eleanor and Wyatt froze, their heads snapping toward me at the same time.

Wyatt pushed off the wall instantly, eyes widening. Eleanor stopped mid–stride, her jaw dropping before her entire expression collapsed.

“Grace…” she whispered.

“Eleanor and Wyatt Carpenter, what on earth have you two done?” I crossed my arms, giving them the exact disappointed look a mother gives two children caught doing something bad. “No, no, I shouldn’t even be asking that right now. How big is the situation? Is anyone hurt? Are you two hurt? Did any-

Before I could even finish, Eleanor sprinted toward me like a missile and threw her arms around my neck so hard I almost lost my balance.

I froze, arms lifted in the air, stunned.

“E–Eleanor?”

She didn’t let go. Instead, she hugged me even tighter, burying her face in my shoulder. Something warm and wet touched my skin.