The Hidden Empress Stripping Her Secrets After Divorce novel Chapter 610

It wasn't a loud, theatrical wail, but a silent, agonizing weep that made anyone who saw it ache with pity. A passing nurse glanced over, sighed sympathetically, and quietly walked away.

Evelyn stood nearby, watching Eleanor's performance. She knew it was completely fabricated, but Eleanor's grief looked so devastatingly real that even Evelyn almost believed Sebastian was actually lying in that bed.

After a few minutes, Eleanor wiped her tears away and took a deep breath. "That should do it. Let's go."

The two of them walked toward the elevators. As they rounded the corner, Evelyn caught a glimpse of movement out of the corner of her eye—a figure slipped out from a shadowy alcove, kept his head down, and briskly walked in the opposite direction.

She didn't say a word, simply linking arms with Eleanor as they stepped into the elevator.

When they returned to the apartment, Martha had already prepared the soup.

Evelyn sat down and took a sip. It was chicken broth—rich, hearty, but not greasy. The kind that had been simmering carefully all afternoon.

Eleanor sat across from her. There was a bowl in front of her as well, but she hadn't touched it. She just sat there, watching Evelyn eat, a warm smile resting on her face.

"How is it?"

"It's delicious. Martha's cooking is amazing."

Martha, standing nearby, beamed. "I'm glad you like it, Miss Evelyn. Mrs. Thorne specifically made me pack three organic heritage chickens just for you. She was terrified we wouldn't find good ones here."

Evelyn nearly choked on the broth. Three whole organic chickens? Smuggled all the way from the States?

"Eleanor, you really didn't have to—"

"I was worried you weren't eating properly." Eleanor picked up her own bowl and took a delicate sip. "Sebastian isn't here, and you're carrying his child all by yourself. If I didn't even bother to make you a decent bowl of soup, what kind of mother-in-law would I be?"

Evelyn lowered her head and quietly continued eating.

Eleanor set her bowl down and looked at Evelyn, her expression hesitating, as if she had something heavy on her mind.

"What is it, Eleanor?"

"Evelyn, sweetheart... can I ask you something?"