“Let’s make sure we don’t run into them on the way out—it’d just ruin your mood,” Joy said.
Eleanor, however, didn’t feel disgusted. She just didn’t want her daughter to see them.
At that moment, Evelyn put down her toy and piped up, “Mommy, I need to go potty.”
Eleanor lifted her from the high chair and took her to the restroom.
As soon as Eleanor carried her daughter into a stall, she heard footsteps approaching from outside.
Then a phone rang. A middle-aged woman answered, her voice echoing in the tiled room.
“Hello?”
“He absolutely dotes on our daughter!”
“Just now! Vanessa said she wasn’t feeling well, and he got so worried. He treats our girl like she’s made of glass.”
In the stall, Eleanor’s expression shifted. So, the woman chatting away on the phone was Vanessa’s mother.
“They’re divorced, completely done. He’s just waiting to marry Vanessa now!”
“I’m not in the mood to ask about your project today. Let Vanessa handle that, alright? Don’t worry.” The woman let out a delighted laugh. “He’s about to be your son-in-law—what business deal could he possibly say no to?”
“Mommy, I’m finished,” Evelyn whispered, blinking up at her mother, wondering why she hadn’t opened the door yet.
Eleanor finally opened the stall. At the sink stood a well-dressed, affluent-looking woman washing her hands. In the mirror, Eleanor caught sight of her dazzling jewelry—a necklace strung with vibrant emeralds that must have cost a fortune.
On her wrist, a thick amethyst bracelet glittered. Clearly, Ian was sparing no expense to take care of Vanessa and her mother.
The woman glanced at Eleanor’s reflection, but didn’t seem to recognize her. Maybe she’d seen Eleanor’s photo before, but face-to-face, she didn’t make the connection. Besides, her mind was probably too preoccupied with her daughter’s imminent entry into high society to notice anyone else.


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