Eleanor pulled up to Goodwin Manor to pick up her daughter. A housekeeper greeted her at the door and invited her to wait inside the living room, but Eleanor politely declined. A few moments later, Gina appeared, leading Evelyn by the hand.
“Mom!” Evelyn cried with delight, running straight into Eleanor’s arms.
Eleanor scooped her up, nodding to Gina. “We’ll head out, then.”
“Thank you for everything, Eleanor,” Gina said.
Eleanor paused, surprised—Gina had never expressed gratitude like this before.
“It’s really no trouble,” Eleanor replied, then carried her daughter out to the car.
“Wow, Mom! Is this my present?” Evelyn asked, hugging the new gift she’d brought with her.
“It is,” Eleanor answered honestly. “Your dad picked it out for you.”
Evelyn beamed, immediately turning on the car’s dome light and tearing into the wrapping paper with intense concentration.
When they got home, Evelyn was still clutching her half-unwrapped present as they walked inside. Eleanor was about to head upstairs when her phone rang. The unfamiliar number on the screen startled her—it was domestic, but not one she recognized.
She answered, “Hello? Who’s this?”
“Eleanor? This is Garth.” The voice was deep, commanding, but gentle.
Eleanor’s breath caught. “Secretary Ellington, sir?”
“In private, just call me Mr. Ellington,” Garth said, his tone carrying a hint of weariness.
Eleanor corrected herself. “Of course, Mr. Ellington. Is there something I can help you with?”
“Has Mansfield come to see you recently?” Garth asked.
Eleanor didn’t dare lie. “Yes, he came by around half past eight tonight.”


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