Eleanor looked out the window, a faint smile on her lips, and began to speak calmly. "Sending Mia Winslow to prison? No matter what Mia’s charges might be, sending a sister who lives under the same roof to court and jail is something that would be both feared and despised in our tightly-knit circle. Even Blake and those friends would be criticized. I have no reason to cause trouble for myself and my friends because of her." Her voice was cool with a hint of softness, as if she were telling a story. "Besides, when it comes down to it, Mia hasn’t caused me much actual harm, at most, it was a premeditated attempt that failed, which wouldn’t carry a heavy sentence. Even if she were sent to prison, given the condition of Mia’s hand injury, the Winslow Family could apply for her to seek medical treatment outside of prison." Therefore, revealing Mia as Eugene Winslow’s illegitimate daughter is what would truly cause harm to Mia, her mother, and Eugene. Eleanor wasn’t worried about exposing her thoughts and plans, because Adrian Grant was very smart; even if she didn’t say it, he could think of it. Check latest chapters at 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝⟡𝕗𝗂𝗋𝖾⟡𝕟𝕖𝕥 In the car, a man’s sudden laugh broke the silence. The driver in the front seat struggled to resist the urge to look back through the rearview mirror. Adrian Grant held Eleanor’s hand, his large hand completely enveloping her fingers and palm. His fingertips touched a scab, and the sensation of the freshly healed skin made him feel uneasy. He asked, "Zia Winslow, what kind of person do you think I am?" Eleanor tried to withdraw her hand but couldn’t, and gave up trying. She thought he was answering a question with an irrelevant answer, responding with nonsense, but still replied, "Outwardly self-restrained and courteous, but in reality cold and resolute, self-centered and unreasonable." This certainly wasn’t a compliment. However, Adrian wasn’t angry; instead, the smile on his lips widened, and even the corners of his Ray-like eyes showed amusement. The man looked at her with infinitely tolerant eyes: "Eleanor, compared to me, you’re already a very good person." So how could I blame you for being malicious? For Adrian, it was a good thing that Eleanor was a little ruthless. Being harsh to others was far better than being cruel to oneself. Eleanor blinked, didn’t speak further, and turned her gaze back out the window, not wanting to talk to him more. The atmosphere in the car cooled down once more. Adrian’s mind kept replaying Mia’s words— "Haven’t you done enough?" Each word was like a nightmare, constantly tormenting Adrian. Eleanor’s indifference and refusal were his self-inflicted consequence! With too much work piled up, Adrian returned home from work after ten at night. The living room lights were off, and Adrian worried Eleanor might be napping on the sofa, so he only turned on a set of floor lamps so as not to disturb her by turning on the main lights. However, under the dim lights, the sofa was empty. Adrian felt a tightness in his chest, quickly turning on the main lights, and not seeing Eleanor in the living room, he immediately walked briskly into the bedroom. She wasn’t there either. A hint of panic rose within him as he walked and called out. Opening the study door, he was met with a pair of resentful eyes. Eleanor lay on a small single tatami mat, eyes groggy, filled with undisguised resentment and irritation, clearly having been awakened from a good sleep by Adrian, her expression written with: You better have a reason for disturbing me! Adrian breathed a sigh of relief, kneeling with one knee by the tatami bed, bending over to envelop Eleanor into his arms as if he had finally retrieved a lost treasure. The embrace was so tight it caused Eleanor some discomfort. The man’s voice sounded in the woman’s ear, deep and filled with the relief of surviving a disaster: "Eleanor, I thought you left without saying goodbye again." The last time he returned from a business trip, she had left a divorce agreement and disappeared without a word, leaving Adrian with a phobia. Eleanor thought his words were amusing, reminding him, "This is my home. If anyone is to leave, it should be you." Although her sofa was wide and comfortable, sleeping on it too often was bad for her back, so she’d had a mobile tatami bed sent over. Adrian nodded, "Yes, if anyone leaves, it should be me, not you." If anyone was to leave, she should be the one driving him away. He wanted to keep her where he could see her, in his line of sight. Adrian’s large hand rested on the back of Eleanor’s head, gently stroking as if to soothe her. But Eleanor didn’t need any soothing. He was soothing himself. "Adrian Grant, what has spooked you?" Eleanor pushed at him but didn’t succeed. The man buried his head in the crook of her neck, murmuring softly, "Zia, I’m sorry..." The sudden apology left Eleanor momentarily stunned. "What?" She thought she had misheard. "I’m sorry," Adrian repeated. Eleanor’s gaze aimlessly fell on the bookshelf, remaining silent. The night always amplifies a person’s emotions; Adrian received no response. Adrian didn’t say what he was sorry for, and Eleanor didn’t ask why he was apologizing. It was nothing more than a result of the words Mia had said during the day, lingering in his mind. Being so close, Eleanor caught a faint whiff of alcohol on him. "You’ve been drinking?" Eleanor frowned, "The sick shouldn’t be drinking." Given Adrian’s current status and the fact that people in the circle had heard he had just gone through a kidnapping and explosion not long ago, if he hadn’t wanted to, no one could force him to drink. Adrian stubbornly maintained his position, kneeling on one knee with Eleanor in his arms. He asked, "Eleanor, if not for that kidnapping and explosion, if I hadn’t saved you, would you have made up your mind to leave me?" Eleanor answered without any hesitation, ruthlessly telling the truth. The man’s body stiffened. Eleanor calmly said, "Adrian Grant, I still want a divorce from you. That hasn’t changed." The man remained obstinate, "I told you, I don’t agree." Eleanor let out a soft laugh, "President Grant, the Grant Family such prestigious families care most about reputation and face, I have many ways to get a divorce." For example, by filing a lawsuit in court and making the matter public. Would Old Master Grant wait for others to talk about Adrian Grant clinging on like glue and refusing to divorce? However, if it came down to that, no one would leave with dignity. Adrian’s grip on Eleanor tightened, nearly trapping her entirely in his arms. Eleanor read his unease through his body language. "I’m sorry, Mia’s words are true, I’m the one who hurt you." "Adrian Grant, you should reconsider the divorce. Let’s not make this too ugly." Eleanor found she no longer needed an apology and pushed at him, "I want to sleep now." The man loosened his hold slightly but kept her within arm’s reach, in the same secure space. "Sleep with me tonight, will you? I won’t touch you." Sleeping apart made him feel insecure. Eleanor suddenly chuckled, as if she was being easy, "Okay." Adrian’s eyes lit up with delight. Eleanor added, "If you agree to the divorce." The man’s expression froze, his face going cold, and he left without hesitation.