She Was Never Just a Pretty Face novel Chapter 148

Luther hesitated for just a second.

Eleanor's voice grew even sharper—

"Give me your word right now."

"In front of me, and in front of Harrell. Give me your word."

Luther was growing irritated. "Mom, his aunt and uncle will never accept them together."

Eleanor's voice was still shaking. "That's between him and your uncle and aunt. I'm talking about you right now. Can you promise not to bother her?"

Luther felt a spike of deep displeasure. He clenched his jaw. "Don't worry. I won't bother her. Now that we're divorced, we have absolutely nothing to do with each other."

Yet, as soon as the words left his mouth, he felt a strange sense of dissonance.

Were they truly nothing to each other now?

Then what about all those intimate, tangled moments?

Hilda shouldn't have provoked Jolie. If she hadn't provoked Jolie, they would still be fine, still living happily and safely together.

The man's eyes suddenly flared red.

He could barely hold himself together.

He hastily bid his mother goodbye and got into his car.

And drove away.

The night was dead quiet.

Eleanor stood in the darkness, her whole body running cold. Only when Luther's car had completely disappeared did she turn to Harrell and ask softly, "Where is Hilda? I want to see her."

Harrell tensed. "Aunt Eleanor?"

Eleanor snapped at him, "What, am I not allowed to visit her? I am the grandmother of her two children. I treated Hilda like my own daughter. If you want to be with her in the future, don't you want my help?"

Harrell's tone immediately softened. "Auntie."

Eleanor looked utterly defeated. "And don't try to charm me either. That won't work on me. Wait until you return to Havenworth City and see how your parents skin you alive. If you really want what's best for Hilda, don't mention marriage for the next two years. And absolutely do not bring her around your parents. At least wait until the baby is born and a little older."

These words came straight from the heart.

Eleanor was a woman herself.

She knew exactly what kind of position women were put in when it came to marriage.

...

The VIP ward of a private hospital.

The room was bathed in soft, dim light.

The woman was sitting up in bed, completely absorbed in the parenting book in her hands. When the door gently pushed open, she casually said, "Harrell, what are you doing back here so late?"

The person at the door didn't make a sound.

Hilda turned her head to look.

And completely froze.

It was Eleanor Judson.

Luther's mother.

The atmosphere was incredibly delicate, laced with a heavy dose of awkwardness.

After a long moment, Eleanor slowly closed the door.

She reached out, gently resting her hand over Hilda's lower abdomen, her voice trembling.

"You've had to suffer so much, both times."

"It's Luther's fault. He's the one who failed you."

He watched Eleanor's car pull away, but instead of heading straight back upstairs, he stood outside to smoke a cigarette.

Before the smoke had even cleared.

A tall, slender figure emerged from the shadows. As he stepped closer, his blurry features sharpened.

—It was Damien Croix.

The man Jolie had been involved with.

He was wearing a black t-shirt and faded jeans.

He still looked refined and handsome.

The man stood there, tilting his head back to gaze up at the VIP ward on the top floor. A mocking smirk tugged at the corner of his lips.

—Luther Sanford was treating garbage like treasure.

A removed womb?

Back when she was studying in the UK, Jolie's reproductive system was already ruined. The woman Luther worshipped as a goddess was so notoriously wild in her early twenties that her reputation preceded her in their circles.

Fascinating!

When Luther eventually married that woman out of guilt.

He was going to show up at the wedding.

And tell him the truth right as they sealed their vows.

That scene was going to be absolutely spectacular.

The young man watched for a long time before quietly slipping away, his tall figure vanishing into the dark.

—Just like a ghost.