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…”

textbook to her son, Damian quickly reverted to an innocent

Damian’s rapid change in demeanor. “Eleanor, your baby

act, Eleanor brushed it off, “Maybe you’re just stressed from all the schoolwork. How about we go

to stay home and keep an eye

Panicked, Nina dashed toward the study, bumping into, Bernard. The collision sent her bouncing backward, but Bernard’s strong, slender hand gaught her by her collar, steadying her. She was about to complain when

a gesture that set Nina off again. “Aaah! Help! Has Uncle Bernard

watched Nina’s frantic spinning, his

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say, “Idiot…”

relayed the news, “Yates injected himself with a drug at Pauline’s grave and passed away. He

the children, absorbing the shock, then turned to Bernard, “Why would he suddenly…”

was quietly playing with his pen. “Peterson said Yates felt he had done all he needed to in

moment, Bernard added, “Before he died, he arranged for a doctor

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