Chapter 5 He had never seen Eleanor sick

"I want to come back when I want to. Do I have to report it to you?" Sebastian held Eleanor's wrist without any pity.

Eleanor was panicked and afraid of him. The elegant and gentle Sebastian in her memory has become increasingly blurred.

She subconsciously began to beg for mercy: "Sebastian,it hurts so much..."

"Eleanor,didn't you threaten me to choose you as my wife?"

Sebastian impatiently pulled off the tie around his neck.

Eleanor has always been in good health. It is common for her to work overnight and still go to work on time the next day,but Sebastian did not notice her discomfort.

"I hate hypocritical people the most!" A burst of anger rose inexplicably in Sebastian's heart. He thought of what Victoria said to him at the hospital asking when he would divorce Eleanor,and his mood suddenly went down. Sebastian gritted his teeth. What part of Eleanor was worth arguing with Victoria over?

"If your blood type wasn't the same as Victoria's,do you think I would marry you? But soon enough,you will be useless."

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When Eleanor woke up,there was no sign of Sebastian by her side anymore. After she finished packing up and came out,it was already 7:30 am. She couldn't eat anything but decided to drink a cup of milk considering her deformed stomach inside.

At the company,Eleanor processed documents and looked at the Stone family's profits over these months which were declining rapidly; she seemed like she could already see that one day they would fall into decline due to what Sebastian had done behind their backs just for revenge against her.

Sebastian always sought revenge against those who wronged him; he acted quickly with sharp methods that dragged Los Angeles' largest family -the Stone family- down from its top spot on the wealth list in just a few years. Eleanor would probably never learn such sharp methods.

After flipping through a book,Eleanor leaned back on the chair and picked up the cold coffee on the table to take a sip. The bitterness of coffee slowly dissipated in her throat,leaving behind the sweetness.

A camel is bigger than a horse even if it's skinny. Eleanor stood up and walked to the window; looking at the tall building in front of her,she realized that it was time to prepare for what comes after death.

But who should manage this huge group and decades of hard work after she dies? Her father or brother? Both were people who lived off their family's wealth; handing over control of the Stone family to them would mean bankruptcy within a few years.

Eleanor thought about it and found that Sebastian -her legal husband- was actually most suitable for taking over Stone's family despite his desire to bankrupt them all along.

The office was very quiet,making those slight tapping sounds particularly clear. When Eleanor had rare moments where her mind could wander freely,she liked being lost in thought as if only then could she briefly forget about the pained reality brought her.

The phone placed on top of her desk suddenly vibrated; when Eleanor came back from daydreaming and looked at it three meters away,she saw "Father" written on its screen.

Father should have been one of the closest words in this world but for Eleanor,it was just an icy title. She walked over to answer the call:

"Eleanor,transfer 2 million dollars into my account." John Stone's voice sounded slightly heavy with an indifferent tone.

"Dad,did you call me just for money?" Eleanor tightened her grip on her phone

"A daughter should give money to their father by default. If you weren't managing Stone Family do you think I'd ask you for money? If you don't want to give me any then transfer your shares to me." John's tone became impatient.

"Didn't I transfer 1 million dollars to you just last week? You've already spent it all in a few days?" Eleanor suppressed her emotions.

"What can that little money do?" John felt guilty,but when he thought about how Eleanor managed such a large company and earned hundreds of thousands of dollars in income per day,he regained some confidence.

"Hurry up and transfer the money over. Otherwise,I'll go directly to your company. When that happens,whose face will be lost -mine or yours?"

"I'll give you the money but you have to tell me what you're going to use it for." 2 million dollars is not a small amount.

Seeing Eleanor relenting,John also lowered his voice: "I'm interested in an investment project recently; I only need two million more. Once I make enough money from it,I won't ask for any more from you."