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Chapter 354
Seeing him walk away, Hailey huffed, “Man, what’s his deal? So rude! And that freaky smile, and the
way he talks… all sarcastic and stuff.
Eleanor had been talking so much she was practically out of steam, but she still managed to reassure
Hailey, “Some designers are just quirky, don’t “sweat it.”
Hailey was still fuming, she whipped out her phone and looked up Pearce, wanting to see what made
him so full of himself.
After going through Pearce’s resume, Hailey chose to let it slide. She couldn’t be bothered to argue
with such an intellectual.
Trying to act nonchalant, she put away her phone and asked Eleanor gently. “Eleanor, you hungry?
Want me to grab you something to eat?”
Eleanor shook her head weakly, her unfocused gaze making Hailey seem blurry. “Hailey, when I moved
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtto your villa, I brought a box of medicine. Could you bring them next time you visit?”
Hailey instinctively looked at Eleanor’s heart and asked worriedly, “Are you feeling unwell because you
haven’t taken your anti–rejection meds?”
Eleanor blinked her tired eyes, “After a few bouts of crying, my vision has been a bit blurry.”
Upon hearing this, Hailey reached up to touch Eleanor’s forehead, “I’ll go get your meds right now.”
Before Eleanor could stop her, Hailey was already on her way, phone in hand, and out of the room.
Once Hailey left, Eleanor was alone again in the empty room, loneliness seeping in from all corners.
She turned her gaze at the rows of men’s suits in the wardrobe, her expression growing dimmer.
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He still had clothes here. Guess he didn’t want them anymore. He never looked back at the things he
discarded.
When Liana came for her rounds, she saw Eleanor staring blankly at the clothes in the wardrobe. It
didn’t take long for her to realize that she was still hung up on Bernard.
Even though she had promised Mr. Laurence not to mention him in front of Eleanor, Liana couldn’t help
herself, “Eleanor, Bernard left because he thought Garett would take care of you. If he knew you
divorced Garett, he would never leave you during these times.”
Eleanor withdrew her gaze and gave Liana a smile, “Dr. Terrill, there’s no debt between him and me.
Saying he left me isn’t quite right.”
Seeing Eleanor’s pale face, Liana sighed deeply, “You are still missing Bernard, aren’t you?”
Eleanor lowered her long, curled lashes and said softly, “Liana, can we not talk about him?”
Liana nodded reluctantly, “Okay, I won’t mention him. Let’s change your dressings.”
Eleanor nodded slightly, and Liana muttered ‘hang in there‘ before starting the dressing change.
The intense pain from her back made Eleanor break out in cold sweat, her face was deathly pale, and
tears welled up in her eyes uncontrollably.
She gritted her teeth, clung to the bedsheet, and forced the tears back.
She still had to help her sister with design sketches, and she couldn’t afford to lose her sight. She had
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmto protect it at all costs.
With that belief, Eleanor pushed through each dressing change, never letting herself cry out even when
the pain made her faint.
During this time, she also endured the pain while listening intently to Pearce’s lectures.
At first, she thought Pearce’s strictness was just a ploy to make her take things seriously.
But after spending some time with him, she realized that Pearce had a serious case of OCD..
If her answers deviated from the original answers or if she missed a word, which made him feel
asymmetrical, she would be severely reprimanded. Moreover, Pearce’s pursuit of architectural
perfection was relentless. Any slight mistake, especially in calculations, would result in a verbal lashing.
His words, though not littered with obscenities, could bring her to tears.
As Eleanor endured the pain, she clenched her fists and made a silent vow:
Once she recovered, she would defeat Pearce with her work, otherwise, she couldn’t quench her sense
of injustice!
Under such physical and emotional pressure, her will to live gradually returned.