Chapter 62

"Eleanor, how could you speak to Mom like that?"

Before Margaret could say anything, Isabella had already rushed over, her eyes brimming with tears as she looked at Eleanor. "She genuinely cares about you. You can't misunderstand her like this!"

Eleanor no longer wanted to engage with them. She felt nothing but disgust when she looked at them now. Without responding to Isabella, she turned to leave.

"Eleanor!"

Isabella wanted to chase after her, but Margaret stopped her and shouted at Eleanor, "Fine! Eleanor, once you walk out that door, don't even think about coming back. You can starve out there for all I care."

Hearing this, Eleanor paused for a moment.

Margaret thought she had reconsidered her actions, but to her surprise, Eleanor turned around and said, "Then, I thank you for that."

Her voice was calm, but to Margaret, it felt like a venomous snake watching its prey, flicking its tongue ominously.

Margaret couldn't help but take two steps back, her face turning pale.

Isabella quickly reached out to steady her. "Mom, are you okay? Do you want to go to the hospital?" Margaret shook her head repeatedly, unable to speak. She pushed Isabella's hand aside and stumbled forward on her own.

Isabella stood rooted to the spot, her worried expression quickly fading. Just then, her phone rang. "I've done everything you asked. When will I get the money?" The man on the other end demanded rudely.

Isabella rolled her eyes and answered, "Don't worry. I'll transfer the money to you tomorrow. But remember, you've never seen me, and don't ever call me again. Got it?"

By the time Nathaniel left the Thompson residence, it was nearing midnight. Ethan was waiting outside and immediately opened the car door upon seeing him approach.

To his surprise, Eleanor was still in the car.

She was leaning against the car window with her eyes closed. However, as soon as Nathaniel entered, she instantly woke up and smoothed her messy hair.

Although she knew it couldn't hide her swollen cheek, she hoped that Nathaniel, sitting on the other side, wouldn't be able to see it. She then straightened her posture and asked, "What did you talk about with Edward?"

"Business matters," Nathaniel replied curtly, clearly not intending to elaborate.

Eleanor found it amusing. It was almost midnight. Why would they discuss business at this time?

However, she chose not to expose his lie. Instead, she said, "It was wrong of me to keep that secret from you earlier."

She turned toward him and added seriously, "You might not care, but I was wrong to hide it from you. I owe you an apology. I'm sorry."

"But in our two years of marriage... aside from that one secret, I don't believe I've ever wronged you. As for the child... I resented you for a while, but it's in the past. Now, we're even."

"I don't know what you and Edward talked about, and it might not have anything to do with me. But since you won't tell me, then it's between the two of you. Don't involve me in it any further."

Eleanor had already drafted this speech beforehand, so her words were calm and composed as she spoke to Nathaniel. Nathaniel turned his head and fixed his gaze on her intently before suddenly asking, "Why did you want a divorce?"