Chapter 1398

After Peterson left, Eleanor lingered intentionally, waiting for Yates to catch up. Sure enough, it wasn’t long before he appeared, briskly following her.

He had just dashed out, whispering some instructions to his men in black, then he turned around to find Eleanor had vanished. But there she was, leaning against the porch, seemingly lost in thought, prompting Yates to slow his pace.

“Eleanor, are you scared?” he asked, concern lacing his voice.

Head bowed, Eleanor gave a slight nod. “He’s still my biological father, after all. It feels a bit cruel.”

Yates scoffed, “That man? A father? He abandoned you, killed your mother, and left you to fend for yourself. He’s nothing.”

Eleanor glanced at him, not bothering to argue, and simply said, “Maybe it’s because I’m pregnant. All this drama is making me uneasy.”

Yates, oblivious to her underlying feelings, instinctively suggested, “If you’re not feeling well, you should go rest.”

Eleanor asked, seizing

Opaca. The control room is

hint of emotion, “Sounds good. There’s a

wouldn’t bring into the world. But since they had struck a deal, as long as Eleanor remained with the Sharp family, he could maneuver the situation, regardless of the

protest, while Yates was called away on urgent business by his men. He

he left, her expression darkened, a storm of complex emotions brewing behind her

on the door with an armful of spicy snacks. “Pick whatever you like,” he

closed the door, then turned to Peterson, “I just wanted an excuse

a deep breath, “What do you

the snacks, Eleanor looked up at him, “I want

himself, “All I know is that your husband is with Area Opaca, and he works for us.” Peterson was reluctant to reveal more, and Eleanor didn’t press

of guilt hit Peterson, sensing the hardships Eleanor must have endured. However, he was raised by his grandfather who had invested so much in him, could he betray

was visibly torn. “Before Bernard left, we broke up. If there hadn’t been anything odd about Sophie’s death, I might not have put two and two together,

steady, “You don’t have to tell me the truth, Peterson. But I hope

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