Eleanor Sterling was in a daze when suddenly a commotion arose from downstairs. She seemed to hear Faye Sterling’s voice.
Her eyes narrowed, and with a cold expression, she lifted the blanket and got out of bed. After putting on her slippers, she wanted to go downstairs.
Alaric Faulkner opened his eyes as soon as Eleanor Sterling moved. Seeing her about to leave, he asked, "Where are you going?"
"I think I heard Faye Sterling’s voice. I’m going downstairs to take a look."
Alaric Faulkner’s dark eyes deepened. He got up to follow Eleanor Sterling downstairs.
Eleanor Sterling glanced at his bathrobe, half-open, incredibly alluring, and hurriedly pushed him, saying, "Change your clothes before going down."
Going out could easily lead to misunderstandings.
Alaric Faulkner had no choice but to obediently go into the walk-in closet, while Eleanor Sterling went out, closing the door behind her.
Downstairs, it was indeed Faye Sterling.
The atmosphere was tense, with Faye Sterling pulling Caleb Faulkner, and the two seemed to be in a standoff.
"What’s going on?" Eleanor Sterling asked.
Caleb Faulkner, as if seeing a savior, immediately ran over to hide behind her.
Upon seeing Eleanor Sterling appear at the Faulkner Family’s home, Faye Sterling’s eyes widened, followed by a wave of anger.
"Eleanor Sterling! What are you doing here?"
Today, she had planned to stay at the Faulkner Family’s house under the pretense of taking care of Caleb Faulkner.
But unexpectedly, this little brat stopped her right at the door, refusing her entry.
Faye Sterling was furious with him, but for now, she still needed him, so she couldn’t turn against him.
How did Eleanor Sterling end up here?
Could she also be staying here?
Seeing Caleb Faulkner hide behind Eleanor Sterling made Faye Sterling’s face darken even more.
Faye Sterling pointed at Eleanor Sterling, gritting her teeth, "Give me back my son!"
Hearing Faye Sterling’s words made Eleanor Sterling’s heart tighten, as if the remnants of her dream lingered.
At this moment, Caleb Faulkner clinging to her and not letting go, being taken away would bring a sense of reluctance.
Caleb Faulkner held onto her thigh, unwilling to let go, and in that instant, Eleanor Sterling actually had the thought of confronting Faye Sterling head-on.
Eleanor Sterling didn’t move, just remained silent.
"Eleanor Sterling, Caleb Faulkner is the son of me and Alaric, no matter how you bribe him, you can’t change this fact!"
Upon hearing Faye Sterling’s words, Caleb Faulkner’s eyes turned cold.
Bah, this wicked woman, he wasn’t her son at all!
But Alaric Faulkner totally didn’t believe him, and he couldn’t speak now. It was so frustrating it made him furious!
Eleanor Sterling’s gaze was slightly cool as she slowly said, "I didn’t bribe your son, maybe it’s because you’re not good to him, so he doesn’t recognize you."
"Why are you here? Are you trying to get close to Alaric again?" Faye Sterling looked at Eleanor Sterling warily, in a posture of a mistress.
In the midst of the tension, a stern voice suddenly sounded from behind.
"I invited her to live here, who has any objections?"
Mrs. Shen walked over with a stern face, her sharp gaze directed at Faye Sterling, eyes filled with displeasure, as if she were an uninvited intruder in the Faulkner Family’s home.
"What are you doing here? Did you make an appointment in advance?" Mrs. Faulkner snorted coldly with dissatisfaction. Nᴇw ɴovel chaptᴇrs are published on NovelHub(.)net
Hearing Mrs. Faulkner’s words, Faye Sterling clenched her fists at her sides, her face flushed with embarrassment.
Being humiliated on the spot, she felt a bit awkward.
Damn it! Obviously, she was the one who should be invited to live into the Faulkner Family house.
"I am Caleb’s mother, and now that he’s just recovered from illness, I want to move in to take care of him."
Faye Sterling used the excuse she had prepared long ago.
Mrs. Faulkner frowned, her gaze cold.
After a moment, she told a nearby servant, "Take Faye Sterling to the guest room, the one in the corner on the second floor!"
That was the guest room furthest and most isolated from their master bedrooms.
The servant immediately stepped forward, "Miss Sterling, please follow me."
Faye Sterling didn’t care which room she stayed in; she was already satisfied with being able to move into the Faulkner Family house.
She snorted lightly, gave Eleanor Sterling a cold look, and followed the servant.