Pathological Possession: Even Death Will Not Part Us-Chapter 124: Mother and Child Both at Risk

Secretary Rhodes waited until two in the afternoon, but still hadn’t received a response from Froskar.

According to the time difference, it was seven at night in Froskar. Miss Eleanor could understand, there was no reason the eldest couldn’t understand, rendering the arrangements almost useless.

Thinking about Director Grant getting up from his half-past-two afternoon nap...

He pulled open the drawer and opened a box of cigarettes.

Several young secretaries in the office immediately attacked, "Chief Secretary, though your lungs are protected like gold, our salary can’t afford a doctor’s cutting fee. Just think of saving the kids and put your mystical skills aside, would you?"

Secretary Rhodes was usually an approachable soft-spoken king, so the young women in the office were not afraid of him.

They gathered around him, one grabbing the cigarette box, another pinching the cigarette butt.

One even mischievously slipped a pen between Secretary Rhodes’ fingers.

"Every man should learn from Vice Director Grant. No matter the pressure, he doesn’t smoke, drink, or lose his temper. He is refined, cultured, handsome, and well-built."

Secretary Rhodes was slightly stunned and responded, "So you all prefer Vice Director Grant?"

The young women remained calm, showing no sign of embarrassment or flirtation, and sneered at him, "Chief Secretary, you’re too much. Every female left in the office, even the green leaves by the window, only hold respect for Vice Director Grant, without romantic feelings. Any romantic feelings would be quashed by Second Secretary Sullivan."

All secretaries at the decision-making level of Grant Group were gathered in the top-floor office.

They had internal shorthand names: Director’s Secretary David Rhodes was Chief Secretary, Vice Director’s Secretary Connor Sullivan was Second Secretary. Following this, Third Secretary and Fourth Secretary corresponded to their bosses’ ranks within the decision-making hierarchy.

Of course, the roles of Third, Fourth, and Fifth Secretary often changed; in everyone’s heart, the ranking varied and wasn’t commonly referred to as such.

Only Chief Secretary and Second Secretary remained constant.

"Just having romantic inclinations is grounds for dismissal?"

After Cillian Grant returned from The North to headquarters and was promoted to Vice Director, David Rhodes followed Mr. Grant there to consolidate the newly expanded market. The office’s unwritten rule was something he had heard for the first time.

"Vice Director Grant doesn’t like mixing personal feelings with work. After firing two female secretaries, he only hires males around him now."

"Right, Vice Director Grant doesn’t like it when women have thoughts about him, or maybe he just doesn’t like women."

Mr. Grant emerged from the office, coincidentally hearing this sentence.

He frowned and coughed, calling out to David Rhodes, "Come in."

The young women felt guilty and dispersed in a hurry, while David Rhodes adjusted his clothing and took a deep breath before entering Mr. Grant’s office.

Upon entering, Mr. Grant wasn’t seated at his desk but stood by the window, overlooking the dazzling cityscape and The Quellin River running through the city, its splendor under his feet.

"No response from Cillian?"

Secretary Rhodes replied, "Miss Eleanor is smart, and the eldest is more astute."

Mr. Grant shook his head, "Not even a little reaction?"

Just as Secretary Rhodes was about to say no, his phone buzzed, showing an email with an ultrasound image, the doctor’s diagnosis, and the incidents that happened in Froskar.

"Yes." He quickly handed over his phone, "The eldest arranged for a doctor to visit Miss Eleanor for a check-up. The twelve-week NT results suggest the pregnancy weeks are smaller, and Miss Eleanor’s condition isn’t good."

Mr. Grant took the phone, enlarging the image. The fetus already had a human outline, its features formed but blurred and indistinguishable.

He stared at the image for a long time before tossing the phone back to Secretary Rhodes.

"This child, Grant Family doesn’t want."

Secretary Rhodes lowered his head and said nothing.

Mr. Grant turned and leaned against the sofa, tapping the armrest, seemingly talking to himself, "This test confirmed Eleanor’s stance."

Secretary Rhodes involuntarily glanced at Mr. Grant and then looked down again.

He had underestimated the situation, thinking Director Grant’s phone hints to Miss Eleanor meant preparing for hospital action.

He hadn’t imagined it was just to test Miss Eleanor’s determination to leave Vice Director Grant.

Indeed.

Vice Director Grant had treated Miss Eleanor poorly, and the Grant Family’s attitude wasn’t good either. Now, pregnant, Miss Eleanor would naturally be both terrified and anxious; leaving would appear to be the only way to protect herself.

Later, Vice Director Grant had pursued her overseas, surely being considerate, gently coaxing. A woman with a child might develop maternal instincts; her considerations would start from herself and extend to the child.

If Vice Director Grant further promised a future, whether it be forming a family or securing the child’s future, Miss Eleanor might let go of the past.

Now, Miss Eleanor’s poor condition suggests her steadfast determination to leave hasn’t changed.

Secretary Rhodes admired how she managed to contend with both Mr. Grant and Cillian Grant, showcasing extraordinary will and resilience. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞

Having made up his mind, Mr. Grant motioned Secretary Rhodes to leave.

He took out his phone and dialed Cillian Grant’s number.

.........

At that time, Cillian Grant was sitting on the sofa in Eleanor’s room, having just finished a small video conference on his computer.

Eleanor curled up in bed, her back to him, with the blanket pulled tightly over her head.

That afternoon, she pushed the dresser against the door, her rejection of him was exceptionally clear, yet she was no match for his strength.

The door was locked, but there was a key. Blocking the door could be thwarted by removing the door panel.

It only depended on whether Cillian wanted to see her or not; it was not up to her to decide whether she could or could not.

Like life without blunders, only mistakes of arrogance.

Eleanor felt that in this lifetime, she and Cillian Grant would never reconcile.

Yet, simultaneously, Eleanor realized that this drawn-out tension only wore her down. At three months pregnant out of ten, if Cillian Grant stayed in Froskar until the term was completed...

Once the child was born, even if she managed to escape, could she really take the child with her?

Eleanor closed her eyes briefly and turned over, sitting up. "Do we have to be like this?"

Cillian Grant shifted his attention from the screen to her, "The choice is yours."

Eleanor found it suffocating.

Cillian Grant had always spoken this way, choosing whether to see Damian Sinclair or not, choosing whether to run or not, choosing whether to pursue further studies, and now choosing whether to have the baby with him peacefully.

But was it really a choice? Who has choices with only one answer: compliance with him?

"If you keep guarding me like this, without exercise, and with poor mood, there’s a risk of severe bleeding during childbirth; it’d be two lives lost, and you’d gain nothing."

Cillian Grant’s expression turned sharp, and he dropped his computer, about to teach her a lesson.

His pocket’s phone rang, causing his steps to pause.

Back at home, turbulence was already stirring. He had no intention of returning to the country. Mr. Grant had moved into the director’s office, not even returning to the Grant home, fully displaying his stance. Some board members were anxious, shielded by Connor Sullivan, but the secretarial presence couldn’t hold them for long. Contacting him now meant it was of utmost urgency.

He took out his phone to see that it was Mr. Grant calling.

Cillian Grant glanced at Eleanor, "If you want exercise, you can go downstairs to the courtyard."

Eleanor’s eyes shifted slightly.

Since coming to Froskar, neither Grant Group affairs nor calls from Grant Family had ever been avoided by him.

And going downstairs was always watched; the moment she stepped downstairs, he’d be at the stair landing.

Letting her go downstairs alone now must mean he intended for her to avoid hearing the call.

This phone call must be deeply significant.

Eleanor put on her shoes and left.

Arriving at the stairs, she silently counted sixty seconds before sneaking back.

No surprise, the call was indeed from Mr. Grant.