Pathological Possession: Even Death Will Not Part Us-Chapter 155: Eleanor’s Suspicion

Three days later.

"Elean..."

Wells pushed open the door. Behind him, servants were pushing a dining cart inside. The door opened and closed, and through the slit, Eleanor saw a team of bodyguards outside.

Her eyes moved slightly.

Wells seemed to unintentionally block her view, and the door was shut.

He picked up the menu from the dining table, "Golden coconut cakes, peanut broth soup with dragon bones, and taro sauce duck. Sorry, the names of Therasia dishes are a bit difficult for me. How is this Chinese chef my father found for you? Over the past few days, he has cooked his signature dishes; is there anything you particularly like?"

The servant helped Eleanor sit up and placed a cushion behind her, then turned around to get the dining table for the bed.

Eleanor didn’t engage in the conversation. Compared to the food, she was more concerned about asking about the antenatal injection.

The pain in her lower abdomen had stopped, but there was still bleeding. The doctor, however, stopped the antenatal injection. When Eleanor initially asked, the doctor said she was sleepy and needed an examination.

But even after the examination, there was still no use of the injection for the past two days.

"Why was the injection stopped?"

Wells was prepared, "Elean, your side effects were too obvious. The examination results not only showed sleepiness but also that you’ve lost your taste severely, right?"

Eleanor opened her mouth to say something.

Wells continued, "That’s just one of the reasons. Elean, do you know about the protest against abortion in Húsavík last month? The protests have now spread here."

"The government is very sensitive about abortion laws, and as a result, all drugs related to unsafe pregnancies are being thoroughly investigated, especially those with significant side effects. The government is concerned that someone might exploit them, forcing a doctor to perform an abortion for her."

Eleanor lowered her eyes.

The side effects of the injection amplify pregnancy symptoms, as Elaine White had explained, serious nausea and vomiting, inability to eat, leading to damage to bodily organ functions, with liver and kidney function abnormalities.

Risking life, the hospital would inevitably abort the child to save the mother, exploiting the legal loophole with the body.

Wells observed her expression, "Originally, in Froskar, very few doctors used such injections to protect a fetus for mothers. Moreover, given your current special situation, if someone learned about it, it would lead to particularly severe consequences, such as being discovered by your enemies."

The servant set up the table and laid out the dishes one by one.

Eleanor’s nose was somewhat blocked; she couldn’t really smell the aroma and didn’t feel hungry. While Wells was still there, she asked again, "How are things in Therasia these past two days?"

"The struggle within the Grant Group has escalated, Sinclair said the estranged enemy’s mother visited him in the hospital, and the estranged enemy had a falling out with her, causing a huge scene."

Eleanor suddenly frowned tightly, gazing at him.

Wells assumed she was interested, but when Damon Sharp conveyed the message, he merely mentioned it in passing; the falling out and chaos were embellishments of his own.

"Sorry, Elean." He spread his hands, "That’s all, the situation is very tense, Sinclair is busy, he didn’t have time to tell me the details."

Eleanor withdrew her gaze and picked up her chopsticks to eat.

After Wells left, the servant cleaned up the table.

Eleanor suddenly threw off the covers and got out of bed; the servant was startled, half supporting her and half stopping her, "Ma’am, the doctor requires you to stay in bed for complete rest."

One of Eleanor’s feet slipped into a house slipper, "I need to go to the bathroom."

The servant smiled, "No need to go, I can assist you with it in bed."

Eleanor shook her head, insisting on going to the bathroom.

The servant couldn’t persuade her and finally supported her carefully to the bathroom.

Eleanor used the excuse of personal privacy to ask her to leave first; this time, the servant was very persistent.

Eleanor remained insistent.

In the end, the servant still didn’t leave.

Eleanor lay back down on the bed, her heart now completely suspended, pondering for a moment.

From the bodyguards at the door, to Wells’s every move when he entered, and finally to the servant, she had a sense of familiarity, a familiar feeling of captivity from a broken old cage that enveloped her anew.

Wells didn’t truly understand Damian Sinclair; Sinclair was upright and reserved, never gossiping behind people’s backs. Moreover, knowing she wanted to understand the domestic situation, it certainly wouldn’t be about whether Cillian Grant and Mrs. Grant were tearing at each other.

Looking even further back, it still came down to that paradox—with Cillian Grant’s cautious nature, if he intended not to spare her, he wouldn’t have taken her out knowing Mr. Ghost was around.

Back at The Whale Museum, a place crowded with people and many exits, was Cillian Grant frightened by her hatred, knowing it would lead nowhere, so he let her go?

The hand under Eleanor’s blanket silently clenched; she still couldn’t be sure to this day whether Cillian Grant had intentionally created an opportunity for her to meet Mr. Ghost and leave during the pre-whale-watching meal.

But given the current situation, if Damian Sinclair could bribe the gang, and Mr. Ghost had always been under Cillian Grant’s surveillance, couldn’t he bribe the gang as well?

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Froskar and Therasia differ in that the new year doesn’t start with the Spring Festival.

On December 25th, after Christmas, the 31st marks the turn of the calendar page to a brand new year.

Mr. Ghost filled the car up with gas at the station, bought a large box of bread, cola, instant meats, and canned goods, piled onto the passenger seat, and cautiously drove to catch up with a red Toyota.

There was another upheaval domestically; not only did President Sinclair suspect that Miss Eleanor wasn’t dead, but the old enemy somehow also grew suspicious and restarted their search.

Mr. Ghost, spending two days with a friend, found nothing, so he changed his target. If the old man’s people discovered that Miss Eleanor was alive, and they clashed with the gang, he could seize the opportunity amidst the chaos to take Miss Eleanor, which was far more likely than barging into the gang alone.

Watching them circle around the small hospital where Eleanor underwent surgery several times.

Mr. Ghost cursed under his breath, "A bunch of useless idiots. Make a move, damn it."

Out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly saw from the rearview mirror a silver car slowly emerging from the street corner, a license plate Mr. Ghost recognized—it was the license plate of a gang lieutenant’s car he had seen before.

Mr. Ghost let out a silent curse stuck in his throat, hurriedly reversed the car into a nearby alley, and as soon as he stopped, a silver car shadow passed by the alley’s entrance, seemingly headed for the red Toyota.

Mr. Ghost dared not follow by car, got out, and peeked from the alley’s corner.

Before long.

He returned to the car, cursing, pulled out his phone, and called Damian Sinclair.

"President Sinclair, the old man’s people aren’t up to par; those gang bastards didn’t even get close before they withdrew at the sight of a car. Should I lure them to find out? Once the old man knows Miss Eleanor isn’t dead, he’ll definitely bring back the previous group, and when they clash with the gang, I can take Miss Eleanor."

Damian Sinclair felt his leg muscles suddenly empty of energy, struggling to stay upright by leaning against the table edge.

These days, he had been negotiating with the gang, sending people to meet with the leader, and the gang had firmly replied, denying any mistake; Eleanor was undoubtedly dead, even returning his deposit.

Despite the obvious charade and the rational deduction that Cillian Grant had staged the deception successfully fooling everyone, there were always irrational moments, rampant emotions uncontrollably tearing at the slight possibility of a one-in-a-million deviation in his mind.

As Mr. Grant had his people re-investigate the hospital, the gang made their move, effectively confirming his suspicions.

Eleanor was still alive.

She was undeniably, genuinely, still alive in this world.