Single Mother of a Werewolf Baby novel Chapter 32

Chapter 32: Esmeralda Langford

As Elliot Grant continued the story, Eleanor began to see her mother in a new light. What unfolded was a tale of resilience, rebellion, and unwavering strength. Her mother hadn’t been a tragic, weak figure as she had been led to believe all these years. No... Esmeralda Langford had been a fighter. A woman who defied the odds and dared to live on her own terms.

"She started her business in Manchester," Mr. Grant said, "because our family had influence here. And because she wanted to prove to her father that her decision was the right one. That’s why she avoided Birmingham... she didn’t want to depend on anyone from her family."

Within a few short years, Esmeralda’s construction company had grown into one of the largest firms in the region. Manchester was booming, and she had seized the opportunity with both hands.

"But," Elliot continued with a sigh, "success came at a cost. Her relationship with her father deteriorated rapidly. They tried to mend it after a while, and she began visiting home again... but everything fell apart when he tried to arrange a marriage for her... with some young, up-and-coming politician."

Eleanor leaned forward slightly, engrossed.

"While that argument was still ongoing, tragedy struck. Your grandmother died in a car accident. The police ruled it a mechanical failure... the driver of the other vehicle was arrested, but many of us suspected it was something more... sinister. An attempt on your grandfather’s life, perhaps. He was supposed to be in the car that day, only he was called away last minute for a political meeting."

Mr. Grant paused, letting the weight of those words settle.

"That incident shattered any chance of reconciliation between your mother and grandfather. After the funeral, Esmeralda never returned home. She poured all her energy into the business. The company expanded quickly and was eventually listed on the stock exchange. She kept building and growing, as if trying to outrun the pain."

Eleanor felt a strange mix of pride and sorrow swell in her chest.

"But," Elliot said, voice softening, "we were worried. She was over thirty-five by then... still single, no partner in sight. The rest of us had settled down, started families. She just... worked. Day and night. It was like she was trying to fill a void she couldn’t name. Her health started to suffer."

He smiled faintly, as if remembering a shared conspiracy. "So, we... her business partners and friends, decided to force her into a break. We arranged a vacation for her under the guise of a ’timber sourcing trip.’ She visited Norway, Sweden, Denmark, and Finland, supposedly for business. But really, we just wanted her to relax."

Eleanor chuckled softly through her tears. "Did it work?"

"Oh, it worked alright," he said, his expression turning nostalgic. "She came back from that trip... different. Calmer. Happier. A month later, she told us she was pregnant."

Eleanor’s heart skipped a beat.

"But she never told us who the father was," Mr. Grant continued. "We asked... some more directly than others... but she refused to say. It became a topic we just... avoided."

"And then?" Eleanor prompted, already sensing what was coming.

"At sixth month, she fell ill," he said, his voice suddenly weighed down. "Doctors found abnormalities in the fetus... stronger heart rate, abnormal body temperature fluctuations. They said the baby was... different. Healthy, but different. Too strong for her body to handle." 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

Eleanor’s eyes widened.

"The doctors recommended terminating the pregnancy. Said it was the only way to save her. But she refused. Flat out. Even when they told her she might not survive childbirth, she wouldn’t listen."

A lump formed in Eleanor’s throat.

"She told me," Elliot said, voice shaking slightly, "that she didn’t care about her own life anymore. She had made her choice. She said that the child growing inside her was her miracle. A gift. She’d fight for her baby until the very end."

He looked at her solemnly.

"So, we kept our promise. After her death, the Langfords came and took her body back to Birmingham. Your mother brought a nanny to care for you and left her estate in your name as a safeguard. Your mother arranged for that nanny to be paid for fifty years. It was her way of making sure you were always protected."

Eleanor wiped at her eyes with a tissue, then asked, "What about her grave in Southern Cemetery? I’ve visited it..."

Mr. Grant looked guilty. "That grave is empty. She purchased it herself, just in case. We buried an empty coffin to maintain the illusion. Her real body was taken to Birmingham by her family. Not even William knew the truth."

A chill ran through Eleanor. "So, I never actually visited my mother’s grave."

"No," he said. "But my sister might be able to help. She attended the burial in Birmingham and had some ties to the Langfords. She still works in politics. If you’d like, I can arrange for you to meet her."

Eleanor nodded, wiping her tears again. "Yes. Please call her. I want to know everything. I want to visit her grave. I need to."

Mr. Grant stepped aside and made a quick phone call. A few minutes later, he turned back with a smile. "She agreed to meet you tomorrow morning at her office."

Eleanor stood, her legs slightly shaky. "Thank you, Uncle. And now... let’s go see Aunt. I haven’t seen her in years."

Mr. Grant offered a gentle smile and extended his arm to her. "She’ll be happy to see you. Let’s go."