Single Mother of a Werewolf Baby

Chapter 160: A Decision Must Be Made

It was a peaceful evening. Eleanor sat in her study, reviewing documents on her laptop. The files were from her Indian companies, awaiting her approval. Their progress had been surprisingly rapid, far exceeding her expectations. She had high hopes for them.

Ever since she involved the Naga Clan, development in the region had accelerated exponentially. The Nagas were not only well-respected but also deeply influential in southern India. Eleanor was quietly grateful to Rashmika Harivamsa for suggesting that partnership.

Although Samantha Nagavanshi didn’t appear serious at first glance, she had proven to be highly effective in decision-making and navigating local authorities.

Ethan was upstairs, playing with Freya in her room, leaving Eleanor completely immersed in her business. The only sound in the study was the soft rhythm of her fingers tapping across the keyboard.

A knock interrupted her focus.

Without looking up, she called out, "Come in."

The door opened, and the butler entered with a slight bow.

"Ma’am, Raphael and Miss Laila are here to see you. They said they had an appointment."

Eleanor glanced at the clock, then nodded. "Where are they now?"

"They’re waiting downstairs."

"Good. Send them up."

The butler bowed again and exited the room. A few moments later, there was another knock.

"Come in," she said again, this time continuing to type without looking away from her screen.

the room. Raphael gave a respectful bow while

greeted in near unison.

lift her eyes from the screen. "Have a seat.

only one chair in front of her desk. Raphael gestured for Laila to sit and fetched another chair for himself from the

the laptop and looked up. She studied them carefully... Raphael looked tense, while

help

tried explaining my situation,

she’d been

to spend the rest of

hesitate.

to be absolutely sure," Eleanor said firmly. "Once you make this choice,

else to go. As long as

Suppose you and Raphael lived together for five hundred years... would you still want that kind of life

That question caught her off guard. "Five hundred years?

this wasn’t the first time someone had said something strange. First Raphael, now hr boss. Her intuition told her this wasn’t just a weird test. Something was off...

wouldn’t mind. I have

satisfied. "Good. What I’m about to tell you... or show you... must remain within this room. I need

hesitated, then nodded. "Okay.

We live among you, but we are not entirely the same. We belong

"I’ve read about them. Sounds like something from a fantasy

if I told you it’s all real? And that your beloved Raphael...

expression frozen. She looked back at Eleanor, trying to find a hint of

joking... aren’t

Her silence said more