Chapter 1496

The news of Yates’ passing reached Eleanor as she was cradling the baby, Damian, and helping Nina with her homework. Nina was struggling, especially with math, much like Eleanor had at her age. Even the simplest questions was a challenge for Nina.

Fortunately, elementary level math was something Eleanor could handle. So, with patience, she guided Nina, while Damian, nestled in her arms, often couldn’t help but snort at Nina’s puzzled expressions.

At first, Nina thought little of Damian’s strange noises, assuming the baby was just being odd. It wasn’t until the fifth snort that she grew suspicious and turned her wide, inquisitive eyes to study Damian.

Damian, absentmindedly fiddling with a pen, felt Nina’s gaze and suddenly tilted his head, lifting his chin defiantly and glaring at her with his little nostrils, “Hmph!”

Now Nina was certain. She waved her chubby little hand in accusation towards the smug Damian, “Eleanor, Dame is taunting me!”

Eleanor, engrossed in flipping through the math textbook, didn’t look up. “How could that be? Dame’s just one year old; he probably doesn’t even know what is taunting…”

But Nina, stomping her foot in urgency, pointed at Damian, “Eleanor, look! He’s not just glaring with his nostrils; he’s laughing at me with his eyes…”

gaze shifted from the textbook to her son, Damian quickly reverted to an innocent expression, even flashing

spooked by Damian’s rapid change in demeanor.

“Maybe you’re just stressed from all the schoolwork. How about

want to stay home and keep an eye on Dame, see if he

Nina to the bone. “Aaah! Bernard, help! I don’t find your son cute at all anymore!” Panicked, Nina dashed toward the study, bumping into, Bernard. The collision sent her bouncing backward, but Bernard’s strong, slender

he ruffled her hair, a gesture that set Nina off again. “Aaah! Help! Has Uncle Bernard been possessed?

frantic spinning,

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say, “Idiot…”

with a drug at Pauline’s grave and passed

mid-motion while dressing the children, absorbing the shock, then turned to Bernard, “Why

his pen. “Peterson said Yates felt he

“Before he died, he arranged for a doctor to help me. Someone who could stabilize the chip in my

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