The Triplets My Ex Never Knew About novel Chapter 136

Chapter 136: Chapter 136: The Three Little Ones Have Another New Plan

Noelle Lockwood’s face paled and flushed in turns. Finally, she adopted a meek expression, biting her lip aggrievedly. "I’m sorry, it’s all my fault. Blame me..."

Laura Jennings stomped her foot. "Noelle, this isn’t your fault! Nathaniel, how could you not help Noelle? You’re so heartless!"

Nathaniel Sloan ignored Laura Jennings’s shrieking. With a faint lift of his hand, bodyguards quickly stepped forward.

Laura Jennings covered her ears and let out a piercing scream, causing many onlookers to frown.

’The esteemed madam of the Sloan Family... acting like this?’

Only Nathaniel Sloan remained composed. He leisurely toyed with the watch Estelle Lockwood had given him. "Mother, the only thing that fuels your arrogance is the title ’Madam of the Sloan Family.’ However, I’ve recently learned some interesting things. Would you like to hear them?"

At his words, Laura Jennings looked like a duck with its neck wrung, her face turning beet red. "You... you..."

She stammered "you" for a long time but couldn’t form a sentence. Something must have occurred to Laura Jennings, because without even a second glance at Noelle Lockwood, she turned and fled.

With the farce over, the crowd in the hallway dispersed, leaving only Eleanor Vance and Nathaniel Sloan.

Nathaniel Sloan had a feeling the look Eleanor Vance was giving him was less than friendly. He inclined his head slightly, his attitude deferential. "Ms. Vance, I’m here to see Yara."

Eleanor Vance’s eyes were filled with disdain. She looked him up and down before remarking with feigned surprise:

"Well, this is a surprise. You’ve actually grown a brain. You didn’t run off after Noelle Lockwood."

Nathaniel Sloan: "..."

Perhaps sensing the sarcasm in Eleanor Vance’s tone, he chuckled softly. "You’re right to scold me, Ms. Vance."

This time, it was Eleanor Vance’s turn to be surprised. "You’re not angry?"

For some reason, a lump formed in Nathaniel Sloan’s throat. "I should be thanking you."

Eleanor Vance raised an eyebrow. "Is that so? And what are you thanking me for?"

Nathaniel Sloan said seriously, "Thank you for taking care of her all these years. Thank you for protecting her."

Eleanor Vance’s dismissive and disdainful gaze softened. She truly looked at the man before her for a moment.

She had never met Nathaniel Sloan in person before. The man in charge of the Sloan Group and Evernight International, as seen in newspapers and online, was always meticulous, his expression frosty, his bearing aloof and superior.

Factoring in all the grievances Estelle had suffered, Eleanor Vance felt a natural aversion to the man.

But Nathaniel Sloan’s behavior today had surprised her.

Just then, Estelle Lockwood finished her medical examination.

Eleanor Vance stared intently at Nathaniel Sloan. "Mr. Sloan, allow me to remind you of something. Even if you get back what you’ve lost, it will never be the same. It’s like a broken mirror—even if you piece it back together, the cracks will always be there."

"You’d best think clearly. Do you want the person she used to be, who never changed, or the person she is now—someone who has grown and can stand on her own two feet?"

The old Estelle Lockwood was delicate, gentle, and naive. Her entire world contained only Nathaniel Sloan; he was her everything.

The Estelle Lockwood of today has a career, friends, and family. Nathaniel Sloan is no longer her everything, but her life is more brilliant than ever.

Two completely different Estelle Lockwoods. Which one do you want?

They say you should love a person for everything they are, but Eleanor Vance couldn’t help but worry. Did Nathaniel Sloan truly love the Estelle who was devoted to him with her whole heart, the one who would forgive him for anything?

If that was the case, then it was better for this broken mirror to remain in pieces.

But to her surprise, Nathaniel Sloan glanced at Eleanor Vance and declared solemnly, "I love her past gentleness, and I love her present resilience. Both are her. There is no conflict."

Eleanor Vance nodded to herself. It was a good answer, but... there were still so many things left unexplained, and the grievances Estelle had suffered five years ago were real.

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