Pathological Possession: Even Death Will Not Part Us-Chapter 10: Their Affair Exposed

The butler spoke with reluctance, advising her, "Eleanor, just endure a few more days. Don’t go head-to-head with young master Cillian. Once Miss Phoebe gets married and things settle down, there won’t be any more focus on you."

Eleanor understood his good intentions, "Uncle Pence, I understand. Arrange for someone to drive, please."

She couldn’t endure even a single day. If she didn’t save herself, these four days would be like awaiting death.

............

Eleanor was anxiously waiting for Elaine White in a tea restaurant.

Elaine arrived a whole hour late, looking very displeased, and she immediately downed a cup of tea. "The child in your belly is really not Damian’s?"

"What happened?" Eleanor noticed something was off with her. "Was the video tampered with and discovered?"

"No, but." Elaine was furious, "Cillian Grant contacted the old man in my family, telling me to watch what I say and do. He doesn’t care about my friends, but colluding with the wrong people won’t be tolerated."

Eleanor gripped the handle of the teacup tightly, "The child is not Damian’s."

Beyond that, she couldn’t say anything more.

Even just suspicion without evidence, Cillian could still pressure The White Family.

If she asked Elaine to help manipulate the medical examination and it was even a little careless, provoking Cillian’s suspicion would greatly harm Elaine.

"If it’s not Damian, then who is it?" Elaine was suspicious, "Cillian monitors you day and night because of his sister. If you come home a few minutes late, he questions it. While under his watch, who could you have gotten pregnant with?"

Eleanor was filled with panic, fighting to maintain a calm exterior, unable to muster her thoughts to respond.

The more silent she was, the more suspicious Elaine became. Suddenly, a flash of insight hit her, and she realized, "Cillian?"

Boom.

Eleanor’s face turned ashen.

The tea spilled all over the floor from her trembling hands.

"It really is him!" Elaine instantly confirmed, practically beside herself with rage. "How dare he? How could he? Damn him—"

Her voice got out of control, and suddenly, the door of the adjoining private room flew open with a bang.

Eleanor hurriedly grabbed Elaine, her hands shaking as she covered her mouth, "Don’t let anyone hear. If this gets out, no one from The Grant Family will spare me."

Elaine regained a bit of sense and released Eleanor’s hand, gripping it tightly, "When did it start? Does anyone else know?"

Cillian’s existence.

Had made her live in fear for four years, and after getting pregnant, sleep was elusive.

A flood of unspeakable fear was barely contained by reason, and Elaine’s instant concern directly triggered a breakdown, causing her tears to flow unchecked.

"Damian slept with Phoebe after getting drunk." Eleanor hugged her, "I couldn’t accept it at the time and tried to find evidence with Damian, which angered Cillian."

Elaine recalled, "No wonder you suddenly gave up back then."

After speaking, her face turned so dark it seemed like water could drip from it, "Does anyone else know?"

Eleanor was too numb to feel despair, "No, Cillian mainly acted for Phoebe’s sake, and he’s always been cautious, not letting others know."

"You’re pregnant—" Elaine patted her back, "Does he suspect?"

"Probably not." Eleanor was unsure, "The Grant Family knows about my illness. If it hadn’t been for Phoebe’s recent outburst, no one would think I’d be pregnant."

"You are not pregnant." Elaine looked her in the eye, very seriously, "It’s all Phoebe’s paranoid suspicions, slandering and tormenting you."

Eleanor knew what she meant and refused. "Cillian suspects you now, and he’s vigilant and vengeful. Don’t—"

"Don’t scare yourself." Elaine chided her, "He’s human, not a god. My family’s hospital, my family’s doctors. He can’t cover the sky with one hand. Didn’t he miss the video incident?"

"But the health check isn’t just your family’s doctors." Eleanor shook her head, "Cillian invited a famous gynecologist from Aethel, and my mother, not trusting me, also asked the First Municipal Hospital’s gynecology director to give me an examination personally."

"How can it be? Just because of Phoebe’s suspicion?" Elaine couldn’t believe it, "Hasn’t Aunt always been reluctant to let you go?"

"It’s been four years—" Eleanor couldn’t continue. No matter how deep the feelings with Mr. and Mrs. Grant, they couldn’t withstand their own daughter’s constant instigation and Cillian’s deliberate estrangement.

Elaine found it problematic, "You’re always smart. Don’t tell me you’ve hidden it till now without any plan."

Eleanor closed her eyes, refusing in silence.

Elaine was frustrated to the point of fury, "If you don’t let me get involved further, and the health check reveals everything, since I helped you before, Cillian won’t spare me either. This is my way of protecting myself."

Eleanor hesitated while Elaine glared at her piercingly.

Staring each other down, Eleanor became resolute instead.

She took out a card from her bag, "I previously had a laparoscopy at the hospital and know the gynecology director’s situation. Her young son got severely injured by fireworks and they desperately need money. I think it might be worth trying to bribe her."

Elaine asked, "What about the gynecologist from Aethel?"

Eleanor bit her lower lip, "I’m still thinking."

"Do you know who it is? I have a mentor in Aethel. It’s not impossible to make arrangements in advance."

Eleanor was overjoyed, "I’ll go back and find out right away."

Shortly after Eleanor and Elaine left, a young man in his twenties with greased hair and an overly groomed appearance burst into the adjacent private room holding his stomach, "Damian, what kind of place did you bring me to? One portion of dim sum, and my stomach feels like it’s about to burst."

Damian Sinclair looked up, for the first time showing a shadowy and ominous expression on his usually gentle face.

It was as if tumultuous waves were crashing inside, suppressing fiercely, but the more suppressed, the madder the waves became.

The young man was taken aback, "What’s going on here? Did Phoebe push you to go home for wedding arrangements again?"

"Wedding arrangements?" Damian’s voice was icy.

Full of anger and sarcasm.

...............

Eleanor waited in the room until late at night when the sound of stumbling footsteps echoed down the hallway.

Pausing at her door for a moment.

Eleanor held her breath without realizing it, and soon the footsteps moved away.

Eleanor took a deep breath, tightly gripping the door handle, and turned it open.

"Cillian—" Her voice trembled imperceptibly, "Can you—"

A strong smell of alcohol emanated from Cillian, and his gaze was unfocused, "What’s the matter?"

Eleanor stepped aside, motioning him to enter, "I have something to discuss."

She hesitated for a few moments and then added, "It’ll only take a few minutes of your time."

"Speak." Cillian sat on the sofa at the foot of the bed, rubbing his temples forcefully, "What is it?"

"It’s for sobering up." Eleanor handed him a glass of water, "Did you drink a lot?"

The man took the glass, drank it all at once, and after placing the glass down, his expression relaxed significantly, "Not much; they can’t get me drunk."

Eleanor awkwardly praised, "Your alcohol tolerance is great; you could drink a thousand cups without getting drunk."

His eyes showed a faint amusement as he loosened his collar, "Being so attentive today, is there something you need from me?"

Eleanor glanced at the glass, which contained only plain water, no sobering medicine, "In this upcoming health check, I am not pregnant. Once Phoebe’s wedding is over, will I no longer be a suspect?"

Cillian leaned back against the sofa, reaching out toward her, "Are you asking if we will end?"

Eleanor looked at him, "Is that possible?"

Cillian suddenly yanked her toward him, pulling Eleanor into his arms, her forehead knocking against his firm chest, her head buzzing from the impact.