Pathological Possession: Even Death Will Not Part Us-Chapter 19: Thought I Would Touch You

"I can’t give you any advice on this matter." Elaine White squeezed Eleanor’s hand, "I can only advise you to think more and be cautious."

Be cautious about what, Eleanor knew perfectly well. It was no more than Lady Fertility granting her just one opportunity in this lifetime. If she didn’t accept it, she could forget about having children for the rest of her life.

Eleanor took a deep breath, exhaled, and recalled the reminder from the head of the gynecology department at First Municipal Hospital, that there might be issues with the child.

She was overwhelmed with thoughts, unable to breathe, "The gears of my destiny haven’t moved an inch, but the chains of my life are about to fall off completely."

The words were full of melancholy, making it impossible for Elaine White to laugh as she tried to comfort her.

Since childhood, there was a small circle of wealthy second-generation women, most of whom were like Phoebe Grant, proud of their backgrounds and hot-tempered, while a small number belonged to the female powerhouse group.

Elaine White mingled with both groups, but four years ago, when Eleanor’s background was exposed, both groups shunned her and stopped including her. Elaine soon found it boring without Eleanor.

Coincidentally, she was studying medicine abroad at that time, where she was tortured to the brink of a mental breakdown from the textbooks on internal and external medicine, cell dissection, and a foreign academic tyrant of a mentor. Her salvation was Eleanor’s transoceanic phone calls, filled with pleasant and amusing words.

Elaine White repeated the line most vividly remembered, "I am born to be of use, hardships only bring experience. A thousand perils have passed, and vast are the lands of gold and silver seas, and the endless sky."

"That’s for you." Eleanor listlessly added, "I am born to be of use, I’d rather avoid using it if possible."

Elaine White was just about to retort when a voice cut in from not far away, cold and indifferent.

"Avoid using what?"

Eleanor froze for a moment, almost immediately springing up from beside Elaine White.

Cillian Grant stood three meters away, holding a stack of reports. His outstanding stature and presence made the bustling lobby seem like a blurred backdrop. He appeared vigorous and profound, not someone easy to mess with.

Eleanor approached him, mumbling, "Nothing much, just casual chatting."

"I am born to be of use, you’d rather avoid using it?" Cillian Grant looked down at her, observing her expression, "Are you not willing to work anymore?"

Eleanor felt a wave of relief. She mumbled and nodded, evasively replying.

Cillian Grant was hard to deceive and fool, but in certain areas, he was old-fashioned.

About news, current events, and industry changes, he had an astute understanding.

But regarding the jargon and quirky words young people throw around online, he knew nothing.

Many times, Eleanor subtly referenced him in jokes, and Cillian Grant earnestly accepted them.

Him misunderstanding it to be work-related wasn’t surprising to Eleanor at all.

"Regretful?"

He glanced at Elaine White without greeting her, turning to walk outside.

Eleanor hastily signaled a goodbye to Elaine White, jogging to catch up with him, "Regret what? Regret about what?"

"Workplace schemes and heavy workload as an intern. If you had chosen to go to graduate school back then, you wouldn’t have had to endure these hardships."

Eleanor pushed open the glass door, eagerly inviting him to walk first, "It’s not fair to say that, I understand that bitter before sweet makes sense."

Working is about serving the boss, making it easier to slack off. In graduate school, serving both the mentor and Cillian Grant meant never being able to relax even a bit. Eleanor would have been crazy to regret it.

Cillian Grant’s body briefly paused, almost imperceptibly, but Eleanor didn’t notice.

She only saw him expressionless, striding forward.

The White Family Hospital covered a vast area, grandly enclosing a large outdoor parking lot to the northwest of the main building.

Cillian Grant’s car was near the greenery and shrubs, while Mr. Grant’s car had already left.

"Why didn’t Dad and Mom wait—"

"Wait for what?" Cillian Grant opened the driver’s side door, "Waiting for you?"

Eleanor’s expression froze as she silently got in the back seat.

"Get up front." Cillian Grant said impatiently.

His previous subtle displeasure was now completely undisguised, making the air inside the car stagnant and suffocating.

Eleanor sat in the passenger seat, voluntarily explaining, "I wasn’t disrespecting you or trying to treat you like a driver just now."

Cillian Grant suddenly reached over.

Eleanor was startled, leaning against the car door as the seatbelt pressed even tighter.

Cillian Grant’s fingers approached her.

Eleanor reached up to block, his hand brushing against hers before landing on the lock of the glove compartment, applying just enough pressure to click it open.

Eleanor watched him stuff the stack of reports inside, and then pulled his hand back, without sparing her a glance the whole time.

It made her overreaction and self-consciousness seem silly.

"Thought I was going to touch you?" He glanced at her sideways, his tone not pleasant. "You don’t want me touching you?"

Eleanor pretended not to catch the sarcasm, half-seriously only responding to the latter question, "In broad daylight, with so many people at the hospital, I got nervous being discovered, that’s all."

"Liar." Cillian Grant locked the car door, half-smiling. "Am I so easy to deceive?"

Eleanor quickly shook her head, "You’re wise and mighty."

Cillian Grant was momentarily caught off guard by this reply, his cold expression slightly cracking before he regained his composure, "You are also deceiving me with that line."

Eleanor was quite helpless, raising her hand as if swearing an oath, "You’re wise and mighty, profound and unparalleled, with longevity unmatched."

Cillian Grant was silent for a second, "Your usual tricks, mixing truth with falsehood to create deception."

His accurate summary sent a chill down Eleanor’s spine.

Was he talking about her usual tricks? Had he known for a long time?

Since when?

Or did he just figure it out, trying to trick her?

Noticing her reluctance to admit it, Cillian Grant let out a grunt from his throat, "Like this line, wise and mighty, longevity unmatched is false, profound and unparalleled is true."

"Both are true." Eleanor stubbornly replied.

"Both are false." Cillian Grant released the steering wheel, his attention focused and deep, "This falsehood and meeting Damian Sinclair last night, that’s also a falsehood."

Eleanor turned pale. If she still didn’t understand why Cillian Grant was inexplicably sullen during the check-up, she’d be too naive. "You checked the surveillance?"

She didn’t even offer a token objection, making Cillian Grant’s face even darker.

"I didn’t check this time."

Eleanor didn’t believe it. Without checking the surveillance, how did he find out she was lying?

It was also because she hadn’t learned her lesson—Cillian Grant never trusted her. Wasn’t every time about intimidating her first, watching her rack her brains, employing every trick, listening to her sincere words, and, after he had enough fun, turning around to verify the evidence without missing a beat?

Her heart was full of resentment, yet she said nothing.

Cillian Grant looked at her, his eyes deep as if drilling a hole through her to see all her thoughts, "Which time did I check and wrong you? I don’t trust you because you are a liar by nature, and it’s your own doing."

Eleanor clenched her fists, taking deep breaths, but it couldn’t alleviate the suffocating feeling in her heart.

Why did she lie? Did she want to? Did she enjoy it? Did she have another choice?

If she told the truth, that she had nothing to do with Damian Sinclair, no one would believe her. She wanted to choose an end, to leave The Grant Family, but with Cillian Grant holding her documents, each discovery came with severe punishment.

She tried countless ways of resistance, only to find that as long as Cillian Grant didn’t agree, she couldn’t do anything.