Single Mother of a Werewolf Baby

Chapter 41: Another Grandma

The day started like any other for Isabella Thomas. Nearing sixty, she had been retired for years. Throughout her life, she worked as a nanny or a childminder, always surrounded by children. Now, after retirement, her days were quiet... peaceful but undeniably boring.

A few weeks ago, her peaceful world was shaken when she was diagnosed with breast cancer. The diagnosis hit her hard, not just physically but emotionally. Though the NHS assured her that all diagnostic tests, treatment, surgery, chemotherapy, radiotherapy, and follow-ups would be covered, the waiting was excruciating. She had already waited almost a month just to receive her mammogram, ultrasound, and biopsy results after her GP’s referral. Now, she faced another uncertain wait for surgery and chemotherapy.

Though the NHS promised treatment within forty days, other patients warned her that delays often stretched past two months, citing a shortage of specialists and the overwhelming number of cases. Her only son, who rushed from London upon hearing her diagnosis, pleaded with her to consider private treatment. But she refused. She already knew from online forums that private treatment would cost more than 100,000 pounds, money they simply didn’t have. Her son worked a mid-level government job, barely managing London expenses. Selling her modest house wouldn’t even cover the full cost.

So, she had sent her son back to London, telling him not to worry. She would wait for the NHS and whatever would come.

Her neighbors, somehow learning of her condition, occasionally dropped by to lift her spirits. Today, as she was preparing her lunch, she heard a knock on the door. Expecting a neighbor, she walked to the door, forgot the steel turner in hand.

But when she opened it, she froze.

A beautiful young woman stood at her doorstep, smiling brightly.

"Lady Langford... No... Are you... Eleanor?" she asked, her voice trembling with disbelief.

The young woman nodded and smiled warmly. "It’s been a long time, Aunt Bella."

Isabella’s heart leapt, and memories of a small girl she once raised came flooding back. The steel turner slipped from her hand, landing on the carpet with a dull thud as tears welled in her eyes.

Eleanor stepped forward and embraced her. In that moment, words were unnecessary. Though Eleanor was once only her duty, Isabella had loved her like her own. Despite being a paid nanny, the bond they shared had always been real. Eleanor’s eyes moistened too.

Being a werewolf only intensified emotional moments like these. Joy, grief, love... everything hit deeper, stronger, rawer.

Behind Eleanor, Teresa quietly stepped into the house, gently closing the door so as not to disturb the reunion.

pulled away. Isabella wiped her eyes

me stories about your neighborhood... the Edgbaston Stadium, the River Rea. It

that? You were just a child

awakening as a werewolf had sharpened memories

host mode. "Oh! You brought a guest with you. Please, sit on the sofa.

off gently. "You don’t have to do that.

but I met you once when I was still in primary

recall a young girl with pigtails visiting

her to the sofa. "We need to talk. Teresa, could you turn off

nod and headed to

diagnosis... about the NHS delays, your financial situation, and your son. I came to

early stage. I’ll be fine. And your step-family... they’ll be furious if

think

Isabella blinked. "You’re not?"

left that house a long time ago," Eleanor said calmly. "And

still hesitant. "I appreciate it, truly... but

Eleanor decided to drop the bombshell. "Don’t you want to meet

in shock. "You have a daughter? How

to meet her, you have to follow my instructions. When I was

something proper. Then, you’ll come to Manchester. You’ll get treatment and stay with my daughter. You don’t need to do anything, just be there for

had hired her to care for the little girl. Had the Whitmores not sacked her, she would’ve stayed

she nodded. "Alright... I’ll go. But give me a day

only what we can’t buy in Manchester. Call someone

and bags were loaded into the cars while Isabella stood quietly,