The Hidden Empress Stripping Her Secrets After Divorce novel Chapter 609

The next afternoon, at the Geneva Airport.

Evelyn stood near the arrivals gate, holding a sign that read "Eleanor." She had initially planned to write "Mrs. Thorne," but Sebastian had told her that his mother specifically requested "Eleanor." She preferred the intimacy of her first name.

Lance stood half a step behind her. His hands were empty, but his eyes were constantly scanning the crowd. They had captured the rat in the black sedan and retrieved the phone, but there was no way Logan only had one spy on the board. No one knew if there were more rats hiding in the shadows.

"Dr. Sullivan, perhaps you should step back a bit. There's a draft right here," Lance suggested.

"I'm fine."

"But with the pregnancy—"

"I said I'm fine," Evelyn replied without turning around. Her tone wasn't harsh, but it was enough to make Lance shut his mouth instantly.

After about fifteen minutes of waiting, a cluster of passengers began to pour out of the exit. Evelyn spotted Eleanor immediately. She was wearing a chic dark camel coat, her hair styled with flawless precision, a Hermes bag resting elegantly in the crook of her arm. It wasn't the flashy kind; it was the kind of quiet luxury that went unnoticed by the untrained eye but screamed unimaginable wealth to those in the know.

Following right behind her was the housekeeper, Martha, pushing a luggage cart. Stacked on the cart were four massive suitcases, piled so high they were almost taller than Martha herself.

Evelyn blinked in surprise. Four suitcases?

She hurried forward to greet them. "Eleanor, over here!"

When Eleanor saw her, her eyes immediately welled up with tears. It wasn't an act; she was genuinely emotional. She rushed over, grabbing Evelyn's hands tightly, her eyes scanning her from head to toe, pausing at her face, dropping to her stomach, and then darting back up to her face.

"Look at you, you've gotten so thin!" Her voice wavered slightly. "You're months into your pregnancy, how are you still this thin?"

Evelyn offered a gentle smile. "Eleanor, it's only been a little over three months. I'm not really showing yet."

"Three months is still pregnant!" Eleanor didn't let go of her hands, gripping them firmly. "When you told me you were craving Spaghetti Bolognese, I immediately thought you might be pregnant. I craved the exact same thing when I was pregnant with Sebastian."