Pathological Possession: Even Death Will Not Part Us-Chapter 41: He Asked When She Got Pregnant

"Eleanor, why is there Cillian’s blood on you?"

Mrs. Grant questioned, then looked at Cillian Grant, "Did you two just fight?"

Eleanor didn’t wait for Cillian to answer, immediately insisting, "He grabbed me. I broke free."

"Why did you break free?" Mrs. Grant’s voice was stern. "Cillian’s hand is injured. Didn’t you see?"

Eleanor froze, never expecting Mrs. Grant to react like this.

Cillian withdrew his hand, also staring at Eleanor, his eyes cold and chilling. "Mother’s first reaction is to care about my injury. Someone so heartless wouldn’t care even if she saw it."

Eleanor had been humiliated by him again and again, and was seething with resentment.

She did care once. The band-aid was thrown in the trash, and she was warned not to have delusions, as if she was shameless and begging to be trampled by him.

Mrs. Grant’s gaze flitted back and forth. Eleanor stayed silent, her fists clenched tightly.

Cillian showed no expression, looking dark and menacing.

Doubt and uncertainty lingered in her heart.

Such tension, such hostility—could it exist between two people who were involved?

Cillian’s phone rang. He glanced at the screen; it was Liam Xavier calling.

He declined the call.

The phone rang again immediately.

Cillian declined it again.

The phone persisted stubbornly.

Cillian was not known for his patience; Eleanor had heard Grant Group’s executives describe him as a cold-blooded monarch of the new era—ruthless in business, autocratic and unquestionable at home.

This was evident in all aspects.

As far as the phone was concerned, Eleanor had never seen anyone dare to call him back a second time after being hung up on.

Cillian picked up impatiently. "What is it?"

"Sarah is pregnant."

The parking lot was empty and quiet. Liam Xavier was agitated, barely in control, his voice loud enough to cut through the speaker. Eleanor heard it too.

"My uncle will definitely take some action against her. We need to adjust the plan and prioritize her safety."

Cillian’s hand paused, his peripheral gaze flicking toward Eleanor. "How long has she been pregnant?"

"A month. Her health isn’t good, and the doctor said she can’t be startled. Advancing the plan would definitely affect and upset her, so it’s not feasible. Where are you now? We need to discuss again."

As it involved secrets, Cillian nodded at Mrs. Grant in acknowledgment.

He rolled up the window. Through the shrinking gap, his voice filtered out, cold and ruthless:

"Whether you can protect her and the baby—that’s your responsibility as her husband—"

Eleanor’s face turned ashen.

Taking herself as an example—when it came to Liam Xavier’s wife’s pregnancy, he cared not at all, cruel and heartless to the extreme.

Even though she was mentally prepared, it still felt like plunging into an icy abyss.

Chilled to the bone.

......

Cillian left in a hurry. Eleanor quickly pulled herself together and got in the car with Mrs. Grant. 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

The car drove out of Serene Garden.

Mrs. Grant took her hand, asking with deep meaning, "Do you think what Cillian did was right?"

Eleanor answered firmly, "Yes."

Mrs. Grant was trying to sound her out, but hadn’t expected such a resolute reply, and was momentarily startled.

Eleanor met her surprised and suspicious gaze, her face showing undisguised disgust. "Everything in this world can turn bad, but not family or kinship."

Mrs. Grant patted the back of her hand slowly, then asked, "But don’t young girls always yearn for this kind of love—that breaks through everything, willing to give up the world?"

Mrs. Grant probed again, and Eleanor cursed even more directly. "That’s not love, that’s having no morals at all, even worse than beasts, ugly, filthy scum."

Mrs. Grant’s mouth fell open; she couldn’t utter a sound.

Eleanor, on the other hand, grasped her hand, gently rubbing her hand back. "Mother, don’t you agree? The Xavier heir doesn’t care if his parents are heartbroken or his relatives are upset—doesn’t that make him heartless?"

At this point, Mrs. Grant had no choice but to agree, "Parents raise you and pour their hearts into you; people like that truly are heartless."

Eleanor couldn’t help but show a faint smile.

Mrs. Grant believed she could see through any gold-digger or deceiver—she could tell if someone was sincere or faking it.

But now, she was unsure.

She and Phoebe had both suspected that Eleanor was seducing Cillian to stay in The Grant Family.

And chances were, she had succeeded. Otherwise, regarding the affair at The Voss Family, when Phoebe had begged so many times, why didn’t Cillian loosen his stance?

But if there really was something between them, could she really curse together with such righteous indignation?

Mrs. Grant fell silent for a while.

Then she changed the subject to matchmaking. "This time it was thoughtless of me. You’re not my biological daughter, and the reason I chose Quincy Lewis was to make sure your standard of living doesn’t drop in the future."

She paused deliberately, scrutinizing Eleanor.

Sure enough, resistance.

Emotions couldn’t be hidden from her eyes, so that earlier was truly sincere.

She spoke again, her voice sounding much more normal. "Since you can’t accept Quincy Lewis, let’s forget about that engagement."

Eleanor was surprised.

Mrs. Grant instinctively avoided mentioning Cillian. "No matter what, I’ve raised you all these years. Your happiness is for a lifetime—how could I bear to force you?"

Eleanor lowered her eyelids. "Thank you, Mother."

She felt so wronged.

If she’d known Mrs. Grant was about to change her mind, she should’ve been even more rational, more calm, more patient with Cillian earlier.

No matter how vicious and excessive he was, she should’ve pretended to endure, to lull him, making it easier to escape later.

......

Back at The Grant Family, Eleanor went upstairs, locked the door behind her, and called Elaine White.

"I’m getting ready to leave. I have some private savings—I’ll take them out tomorrow and give them to you. Help me open a new account."

Elaine had already accepted that her best friend was running away. Right now her heart ached. "Does it have to be this cautious, too?"

Eleanor sighed. "Can I afford not to be? I was just dragged to meet Quincy Lewis today for an arranged date. You think that billion Cillian spent was for nothing? I’m afraid that once I run, if I use my bank card right after, I’ll immediately get caught."

Elaine was stunned. "Quincy Lewis? You mean the youngest son of the Lewis Family?"

"Yeah."

Elaine jumped up from her bed like a cat whose tail was stepped on. "Quincy Lewis has AIDS! Don’t The Grant Family know?"

Eleanor’s voice was desolate. "They know."

"Fuck, that’s basically killing you for money." Elaine pounded her bed. "So vicious, utterly inhuman. You’re right to run away, Eleanor. I was blind before, unable to see the truth about people."

Eleanor’s nose stung. Her laugh sounded more grief-stricken than crying. "I used to dream that The Grant Family was still my home, that if anyone even loved me a little, I would have listened to everything they said."

Elaine gripped her phone. "Eleanor, you have a home—my home—"

"Don’t say stupid things." Eleanor cut her off, her voice thick with tears. "You’ve already gotten on this ship with me. Besides—I’m going to have a family. She’s Lady Fertility’s Child. She will love me dearly, and I’ll love her just as much. For more than a decade, she’ll be stuck with me."

Elaine reacted, "Wait—you’ve decided to keep the baby?"

"Yes." Eleanor took a deep breath. "Elaine, I’ve thought about it... I’ve always dreamed someone would give me a family. If no one will, at least I can give one to her... I know being born for a reason isn’t fair to the child..."

Eleanor covered her face. "But... I’ll be a good mother. I’ll give my daughter the longest, most steadfast love in the world. I’ll never give up on her, never stop loving her. Even if death comes, I’ll protect her to the very end."

Elaine was speechless.

She’d never been in a relationship, had no children—she couldn’t understand what it felt like to be a mother.

But she could understand Eleanor.

She could feel her, so helpless and broken, wanting to fill all her wounds and longing into this child’s soul.

"You’ll be a great mom." Elaine’s sobbing voice was even bigger than Eleanor’s. "And I will too. I’ll be her godmother."