Too Late to Hold Me Back novel Chapter 1245

"Remember... I do not want her at my funeral. And... do not let Sera come either..."

Eleanor paused, her chest heaving as she fought for air, before forcing the words out. "When she was little... Gwen barely paid attention to her. I raised her from the cradle with my own two hands.

And in the end... she tried to poison me! She is a selfish, cruel animal. Wicked and stupid. She tried to murder her own flesh and blood, all while being played for a fool by that bastard Lawrence..."

"Grandma, please stop talking. Let's just pretend she doesn't exist, okay?" Mira pleaded, wiping her tears.

She couldn't bear it. Eleanor had no strength left, yet she was forcing herself to speak these agonizing truths. It showed just how deeply Seraphina's betrayal had shattered her heart.

Her daughter-in-law, Gwen, was dreadful, but they shared no blood. Eleanor hadn't raised her, so her awful behavior was somewhat expected.

But Seraphina? Eleanor had practically raised her as her own. The most devastating wounds always came from those closest to the heart.

Mira's pleas didn't work. Eleanor took another rattling breath and continued. "I have no granddaughter in her... Let her rot in that prison cell..."

Seeing the life fading from Eleanor's eyes, Mira tried to stop her again, but Owen gently squeezed her shoulder. "Let her speak, Mira. Let her vent. It will give her peace."

He was right. Eleanor rarely mentioned Seraphina at home. Even when Mira had brought her back from the hospital after the poisoning, the old woman had remained stoic and silent.

In her final moments, she needed to purge the bitterness from her soul.

As Mira processed this, Eleanor's weak voice cut through her thoughts. "Mira... the final funds the government returned to me... divide it among them.

But Eleanor weakly shook her head. "No... let's not cause a scene. I want to pass away here... in Mira's home. I have no desire to ever return to that house.

Years ago... Mira and her mentor saved my life. They used countless priceless remedies to keep me breathing... that's the only reason I made it this far. Otherwise... I would have been gone long ago.

But enough about that... I don't have the energy left.

Let your mother give you one final piece of advice: Miles... is your flesh and blood. Help him. Support your son... and for god's sake, stop making a fool of yourself."

This time, Eleanor spoke at length. Perhaps she feared that if she didn't get the words out now, she would never have the chance again.