Mia Winslow suddenly stood up, her expression changing repeatedly.
Surprise, joy, anticipation, resistance... various emotions flashed across her face, mixed like flavors.
Eleanor Winslow frowned slightly; meanwhile, Adrian Grant had already walked in.
"Adrian..." Mia Winslow walked over, her gaze fixed tightly on Adrian Grant.
But Adrian Grant immediately searched for Eleanor Winslow on the sofa and asked, "Is everything taken care of?"
Eleanor Winslow seemed puzzled, still leaning lazily on the sofa: "Why did you come?"
Feeling ignored, Mia Winslow grew even more urgent, calling out, "Adrian!"
Only then did Adrian Grant turn to look at Mia Winslow, raising an eyebrow to inquire if something was wrong.
Mia Winslow took a deep breath, gathered her courage, and asked, "Adrian, I, I want to talk to you, can we?"
She really couldn’t stand it anymore.
She wanted to lay her cards on the table!
She needed some clarity!
Adrian Grant looked at Eleanor Winslow, but she had already closed her eyes for a nap, looking somewhat tired.
Hearing the two of them ascend the stairs, until their footsteps disappeared at the stair’s end, Eleanor Winslow opened her eyes indifferently, a hint of sarcasm on her face.
Look at that, alone with Mia Winslow as soon as he arrives.
Her decision to divorce was indeed right!
Second-floor reception room.
A serene silence prevailed.
The shelves displayed some photos, Adrian Grant quickly glanced around, photos of The Winslow Family members, vacation trips, Mia Winslow winning a competition, Jude Winslow skiing...
Not a single one belonged to Eleanor Winslow.
Mia Winslow took a shallow breath and slowly spoke, "Adrian, you and Eleanor... Eleanor said you’ve signed the divorce agreement..."
Mia Winslow didn’t ask the following ’Is that right?’, but the look in Adrian Grant’s eyes clearly sought a definite answer.
Adrian Grant leaned against the table, his posture relaxed, contrasting sharply with Mia Winslow’s tension and nervousness.
Mia Winslow noticed how Adrian Grant’s indifferent manner resembled Eleanor Winslow at times—so compatible.
This realization set off alarm bells once again in Mia Winslow’s heart.
"What do you want to know?" Adrian Grant disliked beating around the bush.
Mia Winslow lowered her gaze to the floor, pursing her lips, and summoned courage to look at Adrian Grant.
"Adrian, over these years you’ve always taken such good care of me. Whenever I feel unwell, you appear by my side first thing, even arranging a personal medical team for me. I’m very, very grateful and touched."
Adrian Grant impatiently tapped his long fingers on the table.
Unsure if Eleanor Winslow might stealthily slip away during these few minutes.
That woman, slippery as a cat, so soft and elusive.
"Adrian, I... you feel..."
Mia Winslow originally wanted to ask if he had feelings for her, but upon seeing Adrian Grant’s gentle yet chilly gaze, her confidence faltered.
At the tip of her tongue, she became humble: "I... I like you! Once you divorce Eleanor, can we... be together?"
Upon hearing her confession, Adrian Grant’s face showed no change in expression, not even the slightest tremor of indifference in his eyes.
Mia Winslow clenched her hands into fists, nervous eyes fixed on Adrian Grant, filled with anticipation.
Finally, the man moved.
Adrian Grant shook his head without the slightest hesitation.
Tears welled up in Mia Winslow’s eyes, uncertain whether sadness or shame was more overwhelming.
"Why?" Mia Winslow blurted out, "I like you, and you like me, why can’t we be together? Adrian, don’t fear gossip!"
"Mia." The man spoke slowly, cruel words leaving his lips with calm, "All I did was related to your hand injury."
The reminder dawned on Mia Winslow as if finding a thread, unraveling her past confusions.
Every time she used the hand injury to trick him to her side, but she had never truly felt that Adrian Grant cared for her as a person.
What he seemed concerned about was only her left hand!
Her left hand was injured by Eleanor Winslow!
Devastated, Mia Winslow staggered back two steps, collapsing to the ground.
She looked up at Adrian Grant, tears uncontrollably streaming down.
Yet, the man she longed for all these years, looked down at her from above, showing no intention of helping her up!
"Why? Why?!" Mia Winslow’s emotions spiraled out of control, "Don’t tell me it’s for Eleanor! You’re about to divorce!"
Adrian Grant had no intention of explaining.
He didn’t even want to say another word to her.
"Adrian Grant, you like Eleanor?" Mia Winslow persisted, unable to believe it.
Adrian Grant’s gaze held something different at this moment.
He hadn’t expected Mia Winslow to actually see through it.
Mia Winslow was stunned into silence for several seconds, her disbelief rendering her speechless: "You, you really like Eleanor? How could you... didn’t you dislike Eleanor? Eleanor is so delicate, so demanding, so... how could you?"
Adrian Grant knew Eleanor was delicate, but to him, it seemed fitting for her to be.
Adrian Grant never noticed, just felt the little girl was occasionally hard to please.
"The medical team will remain available for you, take care of yourself." Adrian Grant’s patience ran out, leaving behind these words, he turned to head downstairs.
"Adrian Grant, are you making amends for Eleanor’s wrong to me?" Mia Winslow yelled after him.
Adrian Grant paused his steps briefly, then continued down.
Mia Winslow cried endlessly, sobbing heartbreakingly, her sorrow slowly turning into dissatisfaction, ultimately transforming into hatred.
Eleanor Winslow lay half-asleep on the sofa.
Suddenly she heard Eugene Winslow’s enthusiastic yet somewhat obsequious voice: "Adrian, why are you here? As soon as I found out you came, I rushed back from the office!"
Waking up groggily, Eleanor Winslow saw Adrian Grant coming downstairs, not knowing when Eugene Winslow had returned, moving toward Grant.
"Here to take Eleanor." Adrian Grant gave Eugene Winslow a cold glance, full of pressure.
Eugene Winslow broke out in a cold sweat.
He forced a smile: "My dear son-in-law, I heard you and our Eleanor have some issues? Young couples argue, I’ve talked to her! Don’t hold it against a woman, okay?"
Ignoring Eleanor’s perspective, this was Eugene Winslow’s way.
Adrian Grant disdained engaging with Eugene Winslow, picking up Eleanor’s shoulder bag: "Let’s go."
Eleanor Winslow didn’t want to leave with Adrian Grant, remaining motionless on the sofa.
Eugene Winslow immediately said: "Quickly follow your man home, don’t keep upsetting him!"
Insisting ’your man,’ afraid Adrian Grant might no longer be Eleanor’s man.