Pathological Possession: Even Death Will Not Part Us-Chapter 32: Escape Plan Suspected

Eleanor always felt that if it weren’t for her identity as a member of The Grant Family, just based on Cillian Grant’s actions, she would want nothing more than to tear him apart.

His child will definitely not stay.

But that child has been in her body for six weeks, unusually quiet, allowing her to jump and move excitedly without affecting her, not causing her morning sickness, nor fatigue, as if understanding the danger she was in, silently accompanying her through six turbulent weeks.

And now, it has already developed a heartbeat, under the echo of the ultrasound, formally announcing, "Mom, I’m here."

Eleanor couldn’t bear to let go.

For the past four years, in countless midnight dreams, she struggled amidst overwhelming sorrow, longing for someone to continue loving her, to give her a family.

What if, realizing The Grant Family is not home, Heaven pitied her, and sent her a home instead?

Otherwise, why would Lady Fertility, who so many families beg and plead from, show mercy to her, someone sentenced to infertility?

"Eleanor?"

The street traffic flowed incessantly, a black Bentley with special plates emerged from the stream and stopped at the bus stop where she waited, the rear window descending to reveal Cillian Grant’s cold face.

"Why are you here?"

Eleanor’s heartbeat surged uncontrollably, her fingers tightly gripping her bag.

"I came out to buy some things."

"Buy what?"

Eleanor couldn’t help but feel both fearful and annoyed, afraid of being discovered by him, annoyed at his incessant monitoring and interrogation as if she were a spy.

"Company secrets."

Cillian Grant raised his brow, "Secrets even from me?"

Eleanor was silenced, Stonewell was aiming to secure the large order for expanding The Grant Botanical Gardens, which was crucial to Cecilia Byron’s end-of-year performance at The Byron Group, and even more, it was closely tied to her competitive position within The Byron Family.

All of Stonewell’s resources were poured into the project, akin to burning bridges and water, with the taste of a last stand.

If Cillian Grant suddenly took interest in the company’s status, not to mention secrets, even basic company accounts could be laid out for him to scrutinize.

"Who is this?"

Eleanor’s gaze reached into the car, there was another man in the backseat, her view limited, only seeing a flashy white suit and a carefree, casual posture.

No matter who it was, now was the perfect moment to change the subject.

"From The Xavier Family, Liam Xavier." Cillian Grant introduced verbally but did not move aside, showing no intention of making introductions.

Eleanor was clearly stunned but wisely did not pursue it. Just in time, she caught sight of a bus approaching as the traffic lights changed, she politely nodded with a smile, "I know you’re busy, I won’t delay you."

The bus was about to pull in, the vehicle couldn’t keep blocking the stop, and as Cillian Grant raised his hand, Aaron Chase immediately drove away.

In the rearview mirror, Eleanor’s figure in a black long coat boarded the bus and disappeared at the stop.

Liam Xavier straightened up from his lazy posture, "Your sister... is she afraid of you?"

Cillian Grant lifted his eyelids, "Why do you ask?"

Liam Xavier watched the rearview mirror, seeing the bus pull in, recalling the quiet, subdued young girl’s attire, lacking the brightness of someone in their twenties, who upon encountering Cillian Grant, involuntarily tensed and guarded.

"If she’s not afraid of you, then she doesn’t like you."

"She likes me."

So certain, so automatic in his response, unshakably resolute.

Liam Xavier raised his eyebrows, turning his head to look at him, "Do you truly believe she likes you, or do you wish for her to like you?"

The words were a bit convoluted, but Aaron Chase reflexively looked at Cillian Grant in the rearview mirror.

Sure enough, he saw Cillian Grant gently raise his hand.

The vehicle partition lifted.

Cillian Grant had a smile at the corner of his mouth, yet his eyes were devoid of warmth, "You’ve overstepped."

"When I married Sarah, I asked you," Liam Xavier met his gaze, cryptic, probing, concealed with sharp intentions, "Why support my scandalous, rebellious self at any cost. You didn’t answer then, today is a good day, why not give an answer?"

Cillian Grant leaned against the seatback, in his indulgence carried a fierce dominance, "The Xavier Family is valued at 7.6 billion."

Liam Xavier, however, seemed to swallow a reassurance pill, bursting into laughter, "When you say it like that, I’m no longer afraid."

Cillian Grant looked out the window as the bus overtook and changed lanes, resembling a flowing stream as it passed by them.

The last row revealed a dark silhouette, slender, compact.

Deliberately turning her head away, not looking this way.

Not looking at him, not even wanting a direct exchange of glances.

Afraid of him?

The bus completely passed, revealing the newly planted spring cherry blossoms in the green belt.

The tree trunks wrapped in burlap ropes twining up to half the height of a person, the brown and yellow tied around a city, the fresh wounds on his fingers throbbed with unanticipated pain.

Outside the window, a black truck moved in parallel at close distance, its glass momentarily becoming a mirror, reflecting clearly his dark pupils, chillingly cool.

A suppression, a dangerous depth.

.........

Eleanor began to feel that she and Cillian Grant shared an incompatible fate, as if no matter how she moved, she seemed to bump into him.

Fortunately, the small clinic she went to was in a narrow lane within a residential area, separated by a street from the bus stop, even if he had three eyes, he might not connect it.

And Liam Xavier, she knew the name, the rebellious inheritor from The Xavier Family who, against all odds, insisted on marriage, her forbidden predecessor.

Now The Xavier Family supports another faction to reclaim dominance in The Xavier Family, Liam Xavier has flown to Soldane Province these days, likely to discuss strategies with Cillian Grant.

Eleanor didn’t care about their affairs but worried about the implications this matter might have, having personally witnessed Liam Xavier’s disgrace, wondering what thoughts Cillian Grant might have about her taboo.

Whether it would affect her escape plan.

Just thinking about it felt urgent.

Back at the company, Eleanor fished out a box of chestnut cakes from her bag.

Tilly loves these, but she’s on a diet, preferring the original flavor without added sugar, Eleanor paid extra for the owner to make a fresh batch.

At this moment, the opened container still steamed, the aroma was enticing.

Tilly’s polite refusal turned into, "I’ll try a piece."

"What, try a box?" Eleanor feigned difficulty, "Alright, all yours."

Tilly laughed so hard crumbs sprayed, "Stop tempting me, I’m not just saying I’m on a diet."

"Yes, even posting it on Moments and Weibo."

"Can’t stand you, you eat too." Tilly couldn’t resist grabbing another piece, gazing at Eleanor’s slender figure like a willow, genuinely curious.

"You eat nonstop every day, yet so thin, do you have any weight loss secrets?"

Eleanor ate the most at the company, going home to face Cillian Grant and Phoebe Grant felt like alternating between The Reaper and Judge, constantly terrified, her stomach spasming even at drinking water made her feel like vomiting.

Unlike her relaxed state at the company, where colleagues were friendly and interesting, "The secret is to persist with sit-ups."

One sit at night, and one up in the morning.

She didn’t say the second half, saying it would lead the topic astray and impossible to bring back, "I also enjoy hiking, traveling. By the way, is there anything fun in Trilliant County? After this project ends, there’s supposed to be a seven-day holiday, I’d like to rent a house there and have some fun."

Tilly frowned, her gaze suspicious.

She didn’t feel Eleanor was likely to travel.

Initially, she thought Eleanor merely wanted to get closer, but these days, Eleanor repeatedly asked her numerous questions, which areas had good security, where checks were lax, what the cost of living was...

Most of them couldn’t be found online, only local people knew of these situations.

Assessing it, it seemed more like wanting to move to Trilliant County, asking with startling precision.

No, in this era of legal systems, moving wouldn’t require questioning so deeply.

More like wanting to go undercover, like planning an escape.

She was just a young girl.

It’s too abnormal.