Single Mother of a Werewolf Baby

Chapter 173: Tension in the Whitmore Family

That day, William Whitmore exited the company building utterly defeated. He didn’t even go to the underground parking lot where his car was parked. Absentmindedly, he walked all the way home.

By the time he arrived, his clothes were drenched in sweat, his hair dishevelled... he looked like he’d just walked through a disaster.

Jeanne, who was on the ground floor sipping tea, rushed towards him the moment she saw him.

"What happened to you?" she almost shouted in shock.

William didn’t answer. He simply walked past her towards the stairs. He nearly stumbled on the steps, and if Jeanne hadn’t been following close behind, he might have fallen. She caught him just in time. He went directly to his room.

As soon as he entered, he collapsed onto the floor. Tears began to fall silently down his cheeks. Jeanne had never seen him like this before. Alarmed, she immediately called Jennifer, who rushed in from her room... only to stop, stunned, at the sight before her.

No matter how much both women tried to comfort him or ask what had happened, William couldn’t utter a single word.

It took a long time before he regained enough composure to explain everything. Slowly, he recounted in detail what had happened at the shareholders’ meeting.

"I can’t believe Eleanor has such a powerful family behind her," he said. "I knew her mother’s surname was Langford, but I never imagined she was connected to the Langfords of Birmingham. You were her secretary for years... how could you miss something so important?" Jeanne asked sharply.

William shook his head. "She never mentioned it. Not to any of us. We were relying on the Grant family’s power and connections here. She never once used her father’s influence. Even when she died, her father was the Lord Keeper of the Privy Seal... but she never said a word about it."

Jennifer added, "Maybe she had a falling out with her family. I remember her grave was in Manchester. Even after death, she didn’t return to her family."

Jeanne said, "What’s done is done. But how on earth did Eleanor get those transfer deeds from your study? Someone in this house must have helped her. Maybe one of the staff went in while cleaning."

William frowned. "The key to that cabinet is always kept in this room. If someone stole those documents, they’d have had to take the key from here and then go to the study. And they would’ve had to know exactly what they were looking for."

Jeanne replied, "We should interrogate the staff and find the culprit."

Suddenly, one name came to William’s mind... someone who had once shown curious interest in company ownership documents. But the moment Lydia’s face appeared in his thoughts, he shook his head. No. She had no reason to betray him. And he certainly wasn’t going to say her name in front of Jeanne.

Instead, he said, "It’s pointless. No one will confess. Besides, we can’t involve the police in this kind of theft. It’s better if we replace all of them with new staff to avoid further problems."

Jeanne nodded. "You’re right. I’ll contact the agency tomorrow and hire a new batch of staff."

"That’s fine. But what do we do now? With the Langford family’s power, we can’t do anything to remove them.

you out completely, even if they want to. We still hold our shares. Even if they

board and demand that you be made a director. We’re still the second-largest shareholders

bank loan for the company. I was planning to take some of the funds from that for your wedding expenses. Now, I have only two options: either I sell this house, or I

this stage, we can’t afford to fall behind the Clifford family. If we don’t maintain appearances, they won’t take

you sell your shares, how will we

have another option. Aside from this house, we own nothing. And we don’t even have complete documentation for the property. Other than

What happened to the income from all these years at

on your luxurious lifestyle. Whatever we could save, we used to buy more shares in EverBuild. It’s not your fault. I was the one who underestimated the

with rage. "We should’ve killed that

stormed off to

focus on Jennifer’s wedding. It’s the only way we can keep the family in

into the Clifford family, we’ll have a chance

bath. Call the driver and tell him to

the bathroom. There was still a

***

with anger in her room. After smashing a few decorative pieces, her mood calmed slightly. She sat down and began

she searched,

picked up her phone and

related to Eleanor’s kidnapping and rape case?" she asked the

then said, "I’m not sure if

deleted the articles. I called because your grandfather’s a collector. Does he have

you could also check the libraries...

too. But please, help me with this. If you find anything,

said Willow, and ended

the same question.

threw her phone onto the bed and lay

***

after a long soak. He felt

determined than before to give Jennifer the lavish wedding

while. Then, he made a decision. He would call a