Pathological Possession: Even Death Will Not Part Us-Chapter 111: Days of Despair Like Screaming Glass
"No."
Eleanor insisted, "Physical examination, two menstrual cycles, you saw it with your own eyes."
Cillian Grant’s face wore a mask of calm. In the past, his depths were well-hidden; even with a mask, it clung to him, imperceptible.
But at this moment, it was distinctly clear, and false. So much so that the dark sinister aura beneath the mask was haunting in every silent second he stared at someone.
Eleanor did not flinch, meeting his gaze head-on.
The long struggle, each time giving her all, ultimately reduced to nothingness, frequently trapped with no way out, in search of a glimmer of hope.
Who wouldn’t be tired? She was truly exhausted, to the point of collapse, continuously collapsing, and then getting used to it, collapsing for so long without dying.
Even if the days were as hopeless as screaming glass, with fingernails scraping against a coffin lid, the nails cracking open, splinters piercing the fingertips, blood and flesh a mangled mess.
Suffocation and pain, occupying the heart just a second before.
She would not give up.
Cillian Grant saw the desperate brightness in her eyes, mustering all his strength, the dazzling diamonds in the store reflecting light, all adding up couldn’t compare to the sparkle in her eyes.
Resolute, unwavering, noble.
Like unreachable snow on the mountain peak, one more step, and an overwhelming avalanche would ensue, leaving no room for negotiation.
"You promised me, a ring." His Adam’s apple bobbed, his voice heavy, masking the bitterness, "Reneging? Or lying to me again?"
Eleanor was sure he had at least an eighty to ninety percent suspicion that she was pregnant, but at the moment, he did not tear into it.
He didn’t pressure her for a blood test, nor continued to question, not seeking that essential answer; Eleanor’s prepared erupting anger cooled entirely.
Her heart suddenly lost strength, her fingertips couldn’t stop trembling, "A thumb ring, I’ll give you a thumb ring."
Cillian wanted to hug her shoulder, but his arm lifted, turned mid-air, picked up a tissue from the counter to wipe his chest, "There are no thumb rings here."
"Later." Eleanor handed him tissue after tissue, her words empty promises, "When I return home, I’ll give you ten."
Cillian’s chest shook with laughter, his voice deep and muffled, "All ten fingers, huh."
The shopkeeper didn’t understand Therasian, only saw the two at odds inexplicably, the atmosphere tense as if one second away from drawing guns, fighting to the death.
Then suddenly reconciled with a few words, not really affectionate, but the woman obediently followed the man to the restroom to clean up stains.
When they returned, the oppressive and intimidating aura around the man was completely gone.
The woman hung her head, her lips swollen red.
The shopkeeper checked his watch after they left, three minutes.
They looked respectable, turned out to be just a façade, far inferior to his almost fifty years.
Heh.
............ 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢
Damian Sinclair had arranged to meet Elaine White in a teahouse.
Elaine initially didn’t want to come.
Eleanor had flown far overseas, and her safety was still unreported. Her family had been broadcasting in real time; the Grant Group was in turmoil, father and son against each other, Liam Xavier like a mad dog, Jason Xavier forming alliances around, yet in the eye of the storm, Cillian Grant had disappeared.
Elaine had her suspicions, and when she received private news in the morning that Mrs. Grant had secretly met with a doctor for a physical examination, a chilling sense of doom loomed over her.
She sat down, straight to the point, "Eleanor has been found by Cillian Grant again, and the Grant Family knows she is pregnant, right?"
Damian Sinclair lowered his gaze, "The Grant Family is just suspecting she’s pregnant. Cillian Grant is in Froskar."
Elaine’s chest swelled rapidly, she held back, "You called me here, just to tell me this?"
Damian Sinclair caught the underlying sarcasm and dissatisfaction in her tone.
Elaine’s emotions were intense with love and hate, looking down on him for these four years, clearly unable to let go, always hiding it. Secretly calling him overly gentle, weak, urging him to fight back, quit being indecisive like a woman.
Back then, Damian Sinclair thought Eleanor wanted to give up; she loved Mrs. Grant, opting for family over romance. If he pressed further, it would only make things difficult for Eleanor in the untenable situation at the Grant Family.
When the truth came out, he had already been with Phoebe Grant, betrayed Eleanor, and in trying to fight back again, he was unworthy of her.
"No." Damian Sinclair was gracious towards Elaine, "I plan to support Jason Xavier with the Sinclair family, aiding Director Grant, to restrain Cillian Grant and force him back to the country. Some things can no longer be done, I wanted to ask you—"
Elaine understood, exasperated, "No need for your request, what the snake pit of the Grant Family wants to investigate is my family’s hospital. The head of gynecology at the First Municipal Hospital was my contact, so I can’t wash my hands of it, my family has already acted."
Damian Sinclair smiled, "Thank you."
"No thanks necessary." Elaine watched him, "But supporting Jason Xavier involves you in the Grant family feud. Will your father agree?"
Damian Sinclair twirled his teacup, "I must grow up eventually, can’t stay in my father’s palm forever."
Elaine gave a thumbs up, "Finally stepped up, acting like a true man. What about Eleanor? Even if Cillian Grant returns home, he will surely bring her, and she won’t be able to escape."
Damian Sinclair did not explain too much, "Their sparring is not so simple, I have arrangements in place."
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After returning from the jewelry store, Cillian Grant changed his clothes, turned on the computer, and dealt with affairs back home.
Eleanor curled up on the sofa beside him, holding hot milk, lost in thought.
The confrontation at the jewelry store had exhausted her. She really wanted to go to bed and get some sleep, but she wasn’t used to napping, and besides, she had just vomited. With Cillian Grant’s meticulousness, he would surely link it to pregnancy symptoms again.
Then there would be another storm to weather.
She forced herself to stay alert and focused.
The indoor heating was ample, Cillian Grant wore a cotton black shirt, sleeves rolled to his forearms, muscular, with smooth and powerful lines. A mechanical watch adorned his right wrist, occasionally knocking against the keyboard, making a rhythmic clatter.
But he was meticulously focused and strict with the documents, completely engrossed, not noticing.
Eleanor, however, was lulled by the clatter, almost spilling her milk, her thoughts blurred, "If you’re so busy, why not return to the country?"
Cillian Grant, hearing her, glanced from the screen, "Not returning. Didn’t you want to see the aurora borealis, go whale watching, hike the glaciers, and visit the blue ice caves?"
Eleanor paused, realizing her fatigue caused her to ask without thinking.
Moreover, it was just an excuse, saying what came to mind, and besides, it was meant for him to see.
Even if taking a step back, she wanted to see; it would be after gaining her freedom, taking her girl there.
What did it have to do with him?
Cillian Grant caught the expression on her face, "Unwilling to go with me? Why did you invite me this morning?"
Eleanor composed her expression, her mind entirely awake now.
In the morning, he first asked if she wanted to go out, she seized the opportunity.
At that point, she only wanted to test his attitude, ignoring the surrounding context; in retrospect, it did imply going out with him.
"I misunderstood." Eleanor sipped her milk, "I thought you weren’t busy and were here for a vacation."
A little liar, always claiming the right to explain, saying one thing before, changing it after.
If she couldn’t change it, she’d distort the meanings.
Cillian Grant’s focus completely shifted from the documents; Eleanor’s lips were a perfect cherry shape, the upper lip pouting, the lip bead in the center soft, the lower lip relatively thinner, stained red with a ring of milk.
His gaze deepened, "I am here for a vacation."
