Chapter 251

“Shut up.”
Mrs. Quinn let out a piercing scream.
Eleanor’s face drained of color, her knees nearly buckling beneath her.
Jordan, though seething with rage, managed to keep his composure.
His tone was icy. “I don’t care. She stays right here until the baby’s born.”
“And Eleanor, you’re giving me ten thousand dollars a month for living expenses.” Eleanor clenched her jaw. She didn’t have that kind of money.
She was working in fragrance development at the Chambers Group, but she’d only just started, and her monthly salary was barely five thousand dollars.
Besides, when the Quinn family went bankrupt, Daniel had secretly pulled some strings for them, even though he claimed he wouldn’t get involved. The Quinns still had assets; there was absolutely no need for her to pay Jordan every month.
He was doing this on purpose.
He still resented her and her mother for turning their backs when everything fell apart.
“I don’t have it,” Eleanor said, her voice brittle.
Jordan sneered. “Didn’t Daniel find you a rich husband? If you don’t have the money, he does. If you won’t give it to me, I’ll just ask him. I’d like to see if he’d still want you once he knows what you did back then.” Thɪs chapter is updatᴇd by.net
With that, he put his arm around his lover and headed upstairs, leaving the two women behind.
Eleanor collapsed into her mother’s arms, sobbing. “Mom, what am I going to do? If Dad goes to Hans- I’m finished.”
Mrs. Quinn wrapped her arms around her daughter, cursing through her own tears.
“He wouldn’t dare.”
But even as she said it, they both knew Jordan was capable of anything.
He would stop at nothing to protect his own interests.
“Don’t be afraid, Eleanor.” Mrs. Quinn wiped away her daughter’s tears. “I’m here.
I won’t let anything happen to you.”
They clung to each other, crying until there were no tears left.
Nora stayed up late with Una, helping her choose wedding dresses. By the time they finished, it was well past one in the morning.
One of the housekeepers came over and gently reminded Nora not to stay up too late.
That’s when Una remembered-Nora was pregnant. Reluctant as she was to end the night, Una insisted that Nora get some rest.
The next afternoon, Nora drove Una to the airport.
Una had decided to travel for a bit before heading to Millbrook, so she’d bought a last-minute ticket for that afternoon.
Inside the airport, Nora fussed over her, reminding her to call as soon as she landed.
Una rolled her eyes. “You sound just like my mother.”
Nora smiled helplessly, but couldn’t help repeating herself, “Una, take care of yourself.”
Una understood her concern.
If Hans hadn’t come back, she might never have left Fairvale.
But now, all she wanted was to get away.
Blinking back tears, Una hugged Nora fiercely. “Aurora, goodbye.”
Nora returned the hug just as tightly.
The boarding call echoed over the speakers.
Una grabbed her suitcase and joined the line.
Suddenly, her phone rang. An unfamiliar local number flashed on the screen.
Her first thought was that a client had run into trouble, so she answered immediately.
A voice, both strange and achingly familiar, whispered into her ear.
“Una, did I say you could leave?”
Hans.
Una’s eyes went wide as she scanned the crowd, but there was no sign of him anywhere.
Without hesitating, she hung up.
She shuffled forward with the line.
Her phone buzzed again—a text.
[Take one more step, and Nora and her unborn child will pay the price for you today.]
Instinctively, Una looked back at Nora.
Nora was still standing there, but behind her-when had he gotten there?-stood
a man in black, face hidden by a baseball cap and mask.
One hand was buried in his pocket, the fabric bulging around something concealed.
Aurora.
“Are you going or not?” someone behind her grumbled.
Snapping out of her daze, Una turned and apologized, “Sorry, I’m not going after all.”
Without another word, she left the line and hurried back to Nora’s side.