Natalie looked at Eleanor expectantly.
But Eleanor only paused briefly and tugged at the corners of her lips. “That’s… uncertain.”
The light in Natalie’s eyes gradually dimmed.
“But if you’re willing to fight for it, I can guarantee that you’ll get anything you want.”
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Eleanor reached out to help Natalie up, then gently tucked the loose strands of hair from her forehead behind her ears and straightened her collar. Eleanor examined Natalie like a piece of art she’d crafted.
“I’ll help you with everything I’ve got.”
“Eleanor…” Natalie was deeply moved. She knew Eleanor had always been good to her, but she also felt confused.
“I’ve been wanting to ask you–why are you so good to me?”
After all, she was just an orphan.
Her father died young, and she was raised in an orphanage. When she was seven, Eleanor, who’d come to the orphanage for charity work, had taken her in.
From then on, Eleanor had treated her incredibly well. It was as though Natalie were her biological daughter.
“Because I always hoped to have a daughter. So, don’t disappoint me, Nat.” Eleanor patted her shoulder, her tone heavy with meaning.
“Alright.” Natalie nodded solemnly.
Then, she hesitated before asking, “So, what should we do now? That bitch is pregnant again. If she gives birth to another baby, won’t Greg love her more?”
Eleanor let out a small laugh, filled with confidence. “He won’t. Greg’s someone who won’t fall for anyone. Even if Anathea gives birth again and again, it won’t make any difference. Trust me.”
Natalie was stunned and didn’t quite understand what Eleanor meant, but she still asked, “What should we do now,
then?”
They couldn’t just sit back and let Anathea and Gregory patch things up. Just thinking about the two of them sleeping in the same bed, maybe even being intimate, made her so jealous she could barely sleep at night.
Natalie clenched her fingers, a flicker of unwillingness flashing in her eyes.
Eleanor patted her shoulder reassuringly. “Take it slow; don’t rush Since they’re clearly trying to keep this under wraps, we’ll just pretend we don’t know. Pregnancy takes nine months. It’s not that long. Besides, you could make use of Xander, right?”
“Yes,” Natalie agreed. She was fairly confident when it came to Xander. Innocent kids were the easiest to manipulate.
Just then, the doctor, who’d been reviewing their checkup reports, walked in.
“There’s nothing major with either of your health. Just try not to stay up too late regularly.”
“Thank you, Dr. Wallace,” Eleanor said with a smile.
She then asked, “Oh, right, just a quick question. Did Anathea, my daughter–in–law, get her pregnancy confirmed at hospital?”
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Benjamin Wallace used his authority to check and nodded. “Yes, the report at the time indicated that she was about three weeks along. Based on that, she should be almost 13 weeks now.”
“Is that so? Which doctor did the examination? Could you take me to see them? For such a happy occasion, I ought to thank them. That wouldn’t be inconvenient, would it?”
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Chapter 261
“Not at all. This way, please, Mrs. Sinclair.”
Eleanor smiled, and a meaningful glint flashed in her eyes.
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