Single Mother of a Werewolf Baby

Chapter 90: The Cost of Wrong Information

After two days of continuous remorse over his own stupidity, James Clifford’s brain finally began functioning normally again. The shock of Eleanor’s sudden reappearance had shaken him, but now he knew he needed to get his emotions under control. He had to decide his next steps regarding Eleanor... strategically and carefully. Although he didn’t know the full truth, he had to formulate a plan with the fragments of information he had managed to gather so far.

Seated in his favourite spot at his outskirt villa... on a rocking chair beside the serene swimming pool... he took a long sip of his freshly brewed coffee. The sun glinted off the water’s surface, but James’s gaze was distant, dark, calculating.

"I need to inform the Whitmores," he murmured to himself. "If they run into Eleanor and react inappropriately in front of the Millers, it could be a disaster. Especially Jennifer... I know how volatile she gets when it comes to Eleanor."

But before that, he knew he had to be sure... gather all possible intelligence. He couldn’t afford any more mistakes.

He pulled out his phone and dialled a number he hadn’t used in a long time. It rang twice before being answered.

"Hello, Detective Harvey speaking."

"Detective Harvey, it’s James Clifford."

"Mr. Clifford!" The voice on the other end instantly brightened. "You’re an old client... I still have your number saved. Although... I must apologize again for failing to locate your former girlfriend all those years ago. That was a truly exceptional case. What can I do for you today?"

James spoke calmly but with urgency, "Actually, that’s the reason I’m calling. I’ve finally found her."

Before he could elaborate, Detective Harvey exclaimed enthusiastically, "Oh! Congratulations!"

James’s expression darkened. His voice dropped a tone. "Don’t congratulate me just yet. Yes, I found her... but there’s a serious complication. It appears she’s lost her memory. She didn’t recognize me at all, no matter how many times I tried to remind her."

a long breath, gathering the nerve to say the next part. "And that’s only half of the problem. The bigger issue is... she seems to be involved with

"Sure, Edward Miller is wealthy, but he’s old, widowed, and already has children and grandchildren. I want you to investigate her current status. Where

sentimentality, "You know, I always

replied. "You spent a lot of resources on the original case. I remember well... you were quite invested. I felt bad not being able to provide results back then. But now that you’ve given me a lead, I’ll find

as such. But I need the full report

very generous, sir," the detective responded. "I’ll push all other cases to my assistants. Today, I work only

James

without hesitation, he dialled another number... this time

Whitmore is still alive," James said without preamble. "What happened on your

on the thick trees that lined the path. His face was mostly hidden beneath the

long," he said. "Wait

on it. Minutes passed. The wind

phone rang again... this time it was the man

what happened," he admitted. "The money I paid for the mission was confiscated as compensation. Two assassination attempts failed. Every member of the teams either died or vanished. Now they’re blaming me for providing false information. So tell me,

Miller. Maybe things progressed... maybe they got

not the kind of force needed

then added ominously, "The people who accept contracts through my channels aren’t your average thugs. They’re ex-military, most of them special ops. Veterans with black ops experience. You think a bunch of British security guards took them out? No. Find me the real backer. And if you want to continue the mission... the

James asked, a tremor in his

the man replied. "And I want detailed, accurate intel this time.