Single Mother of a Werewolf Baby novel Chapter 39

Chapter 39: A Mother’s Love

In the car, Eleanor called Ethan. After a few rings, he picked up.

"Is everything alright?" he asked, his voice filled with urgency.

Eleanor paused. She realized she only ever called Ethan when something serious had happened. Today was no different... though the reason wasn’t dramatic, she was emotional. Visiting her mother’s grave had stirred feelings she hadn’t anticipated. She wanted to talk to her daughter. And since Ethan was with Freya, she reached out.

"I’m fine," she finally said. "Is Freya behaving?"

"Yes. She’s been a good girl. You don’t have to worry. I’ll stay with her until you get back."

"Thank you. After yesterday’s incident, I just couldn’t relax knowing she was only with her nanny."

"Don’t mention it. She’s my daughter too."

A lump rose in Eleanor’s throat. She had never asked Ethan to be involved, yet he had stepped up without question.

"I just visited my mother’s grave..." she whispered, her voice trailing off.

Sensing her shift in mood, Ethan responded gently, "Don’t be sad. Freya’s been asking for you. Talk to her. It’ll help."

He quickly handed the phone to their daughter, eager to lift Eleanor’s spirits.

"Hello, Mommy! When are you coming back?" Freya’s cheerful voice rang out.

"I need a little more time, sweetheart. I’ll be back this evening."

"Okay! I’m playing with Daddy. But you should come back soon... I missed you."

"I miss you too. Be a good girl and don’t tire Daddy out. I’ll bring you a gift."

"I want ice cream!"

Eleanor laughed. "Then ice cream it is."

The mother and daughter talked for a few more minutes. Meanwhile, the convoy sped along the highway toward Edgbaston, the wind brushing against the tinted windows like a soft whisper.

***

At the Grand Birmingham Hotel, in the top-floor presidential suite, Brian Morgan paced anxiously with his phone in hand. His forehead was creased with frustration as he awaited a call confirming his emergency flight to Los Angeles.

Louis Turner watched him with a frown. "Mr. Morgan, I really don’t get it. Why is someone like you so rattled about a young woman? What’s her background?"

Brian sighed and finally stopped pacing. "It’s okay if you don’t understand. As your friend, I’m telling you her identity... but don’t share this with anyone. Now, listen carefully."

He paused, making sure Louis was paying attention.

He paused, then continued, "Miss Raynor asked his girlfriend to make less noise at night, but due to her connections, she behaved rudely with her. Miss Raynor then complained to the housing office. Instead of solving the problem, the housing office asked her to change apartments. Can you guess what Miss Raynor did next?"

Louis gathered his courage and said, "She bought the whole building?"

Brian shook his head in resignation, "Within one week, that businessman was arrested for forgery of documents, violating zoning laws and building codes, money laundering, tax evasion, and many other charges. His extramarital affairs made headlines in every newspaper. His unsightly nude videos with his lovers flooded online. In the second week, his wife filed for divorce. His company went bankrupt. He was socially and economically finished. Then Miss Raynor bought the Sky City... that was the name of the apartment complex, which was built as an independent city. Now, that is the headquarters of Miss Raynor’s company. Only her employees currently live in that city."

Brian paused, then added, "That was not all. I heard that several directors of various companies have gone missing after opposing her. These days, she doesn’t move in business circles. But her secretary is doing her job. Do you know what her Asian secretary’s nickname is in the California business community?"

He paused dramatically and said, "The Harbinger of Death!"

The room fell into a heavy silence.

A few minutes later, Brian’s phone rang. He snatched it up.

"Sir," his assistant reported, "we’ve secured seven seats on a KLM Cityhopper flight in six hours. The company’s private jet is en route, but it’ll take ten hours to reach you. We tried chartering other jets capable of crossing the Atlantic, but they’re all unavailable right now."

He angrily threw the phone on the bed and cursed, "Fuck!" then asked Louis, who was sitting on the bed, "Do you have any other way to send me out of the Kingdom?"

At that moment, he heard a deep voice from behind.

"Interesting!"