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Chapter 409: Dead Grandmother

Chapter 409: Chapter 409: Dead Grandmother

Eleanor Thompson and William Thompson were driven out of the mansion gates by bodyguards.

James Thompson’s inherent coldness toward the siblings was unmasked, leaving no room for pretense.

The two glanced back at the locked gates, each lost in their own thoughts.

William believed the information James had shown them about their lineage, but Eleanor refused to accept it.

Eleanor scoffed coldly, "He obviously faked that information for Julia Land’s sake. Brother, you didn’t believe him, did you?"

William lowered his voice and said softly, "Eleanor, some things we have to accept. The information was clearly detailed—I don’t think he’d use this to deceive us."

Eleanor glared at him unhappily, "Brother, you trust him too easily! Anyway, I don’t believe it. The information could be falsified."

William felt helpless seeing his sister’s stubbornness, "Eleanor, whether you believe it or not, I hope you won’t act recklessly and provoke him again. Otherwise, we’re both finished."

He was satisfied with his current life and didn’t want any changes.

Eleanor rolled her eyes and refused to converse further with her "useless" brother.

William glanced around; there were no cars nearby to catch a ride. "Just call the driver to come pick us up."

He had left in a hurry and didn’t bring his phone, wallet, or any essentials.

Eleanor took out her phone and called the driver.

After waiting for about thirty minutes, the car finally arrived.

Eleanor grew impatient, "Why did it take so long?"

The driver opened the car door respectfully and apologized, "This place is a bit far from the old mansion."

Eleanor, irritated and vexed, climbed into the car with a cold expression.

William followed suit, shutting the door and yawning several times. He lazily told the driver, "Take us back to the old mansion."

He needed to catch up on sleep.

Eleanor interrupted, directing the driver, "Head to Thompson Group first."

William closed his eyes, "Sister Bella is busy. Don’t keep bothering her at work."

"Mind your own business," Eleanor snapped with annoyance.

Upon reaching Thompson Group, Eleanor got off by herself and walked into the company building.

*

"Weren’t you supposed to check out the new shop today? Why did you have time to come here?"

Bella Quarter was swamped with work. Without raising her head, she asked Eleanor, who was seated on the couch.

"James found the time to meet with my brother and me today."

"Hmm?" Bella immediately stopped working, shocked. She looked up at Eleanor. "What did he want with you two?"

Eleanor, feeling both dejected and suppressed, said, "He showed us information about our lineage and warned us not to cross his line."

Bella stood up, leaning on her cane. She walked over to the couch and sat beside Eleanor. "What information about your lineage?"

"He claimed we’re not his kids but his sister’s, and that my mom was just a surrogate," Eleanor said, her face darkening. Continuing, she added, "There’s no way I believe that! He fabricated this nonsense just for Julia Land!"

"How could that be?" Bella asked in surprise. After a moment of contemplation, she suggested, "Eleanor, should we call Grandmother? Maybe she knows."

"Oh! You’re right, Sister Bella," Eleanor nodded quickly. "I’ll call her right away."

She rummaged through her bag, pulled out her phone, and hurriedly dialed Maya Chant’s video number.

After a wait, the video connected on the other end.

"Grandmother, I’ve got a question for you. Today, James showed my brother and me some information claiming we’re not his children but his sister’s, and Mom was just a surrogate. Is it true?" Eleanor asked nervously, staring at Maya on the screen.

Maya was silent for a moment before her eyes reddened, showing a heartbroken expression.

The elderly woman couldn’t help but cry, full of grief. "Eleanor, if he says so, just let it be... Don’t dig into this any further. You and William grew up under my care, and Grandmother will always love you two. As for James, you don’t need to concern yourselves with him. Just focus on living your lives well."

Eleanor bit her lip in frustration, refusing to relent. "Grandmother, is what he claims true? Or is he lying to us?"

Maya wiped away her tears and said, "Eleanor, whether James’s words are true or false won’t change your lives much. I hope you won’t dwell on it. Let the past rest. If he doesn’t want to acknowledge it, so be it."

Her words were enough to mislead Eleanor completely.

Before hanging up the call, Maya glanced meaningfully at Bella Quarter. "Bella, take good care of Eleanor and William."

Bella nodded in promise. "Of course, Grandmother."

Maya ended the call.

Eleanor pressed her lips together. "I knew it! James definitely gave us fake information! Damn him!"

Bella sighed softly. Holding Eleanor’s hand, she said gently, "Eleanor, let’s focus on living well and stop worrying about these things."

**

Meanwhile, after his talk with Eleanor and William, James Thompson had returned home.

Julia Land shuffled closer to him on the couch, curiosity in her voice. "Did you explain everything?"

Thinking about Eleanor’s stubborn gaze, James’s expression remained impassive. "I said what needed to be said. Little Julia, how about we go out for a family dinner tonight?"

Julia nodded, "Sounds good. Let me text Dale to see if she’s available. Your daughter is so busy these days."

Looking at Julia’s smile, James’s lips curved into a trace of warmth as he pulled her into his arms, his tone tinged with indulgence. "Who knew our daughter had the potential to be a powerhouse like you?"

Julia shot him a look and, after messaging Dale Land, mentioned another matter. "Dale will go to Sea Pearl City tomorrow to meet Carson Dunn’s relatives."

Before marriage, it was essential to visit the groom’s family and meet his relatives.

Julia glanced at Dale’s reply and smiled. "Dale said she’s free tonight and can join us for dinner."

Although Dale Land was busy, she would carve out time to dine with her parents.

At the Capital City First Hospital, however, the atmosphere in the ward was tense, a sharp contrast to the warmth on Julia and James’s side.

The elderly Mrs. Bell frowned innocently. "Celeste, I’m old. My hands shook while holding the water cup—I didn’t mean to spill it on you."

Celeste Lewis’s hand had been scalded, the sting unbearable.

Suppressing her anger, Celeste quickly left the ward. She had no time to argue with Mrs. Bell as she hurried to find a doctor to treat her burned hand.

Mrs. Bell fixed her gaze on Celeste’s retreating figure and sneered faintly.

Celeste found a doctor, who promptly treated her burn.

Grinding her teeth, she grumbled to herself. The old woman’s sudden fussiness over petty matters was endless.

Celeste decided not to visit the hospital again to accompany the old lady!

After her hand was dressed, Celeste left the hospital immediately and called Maxwell Bell.

When the call connected on the other end:

She couldn’t wait to complain. "Honey, today your mom held a hot water cup poorly, and it scalded my hand. I won’t be coming to the hospital for a while."

"You got burned? Is it serious?"

Maxwell’s concern was evident in his tone, bringing a small smile to Celeste’s lips. "The burn was dealt with in time, but it’s strange—why has your mom’s temper been worsening lately, constantly nitpicking and troubling others?"

Maxwell could guess the reasons behind Mrs. Bell’s recent irritability.

He said calmly, "You should rest at home for now. I’ll arrange for someone else to handle her—there’s no need for you to go back to the hospital."

Celeste released a relieved sigh, her tone sweetened. "Thank you, honey. Alright, you go ahead and get busy. I’ll hang up now."

After ending the call, she muttered under her breath, cursing, "Stupid old hag, why don’t you just die already? Half-dead and always a nuisance!"