Thinking this way, Ronan Keating’s face turned cold.
Eleanor Sterling saw his firm expression, softened her tone a bit, and said, "You’ve both loved each other once. Why end it ? It’s better to part ways peacefully."
"Ronan Keating, for the sake of Yvette Ray once loving you deeply, give her a way out."
"Impossible." Ronan Keating almost spat out these three words.
Seeing his determination, Eleanor Sterling’s attitude also became cold. She gritted her teeth and said, "Fine, since the discussion has broken down, let’s proceed as we had initially planned.
I’ll treat your mother, and then you reinvestigate the matters concerning Yvette Ray. I believe the truth will come to light one day."
What an idiot of a man.
She should never have pinned any hope on him; all of Yvette Ray’s suffering was caused by him.
Ronan Keating’s face was cold and hard, clenching his fists tightly.
He wanted to persuade Eleanor Sterling to leave first, but didn’t expect her to stay for Yvette Ray. After all, he couldn’t bring himself to say anything too harsh.
Eleanor Sterling seemed to see through his thoughts and spoke, "I’ve found a way to treat your mother; maybe she’ll wake up soon."
"Are you serious?" Ronan Keating was taken aback.
Eleanor Sterling smiled confidently, "I never do anything I’m not sure of." Read full story at NoveIꜰire.net
Ronan Keating hesitated for a moment before finally dismissing the idea of asking Eleanor Sterling to leave.
As for the affairs of The Keating family, he would temporarily bear the pressure.
Giselle Keating lay on the hospital bed with her head wrapped in thick bandages, looking quite pitiful.
Claire Truman was visiting her in the hospital, "Giselle, how are you? Did your brothers become resentful towards Eleanor Sterling?"
Hearing this, Giselle Keating’s face darkened.
Alaric Faulkner had taken Eleanor Sterling away directly, and her brothers didn’t stop him, so now Eleanor Sterling was still comfortably staying at The Keating Family.
In other words, her injury was for nothing.
Thinking of this, Giselle Keating’s face turned grim, filled with unwillingness.
Giselle Keating held onto Claire Truman and said, "Sister-in-law, I’ve suffered so much this time, yet I couldn’t bring down Eleanor Sterling. I’m really unwilling."
Claire Truman patted her hand, "Alright, don’t overthink it. Your brothers probably let her be because of Alaric Faulkner’s influence.
But I believe they are quite dissatisfied with Eleanor Sterling, so in terms of our motive, we’ve achieved it."
Upon hearing this, Giselle Keating finally nodded.
Claire Truman stood up, "You should rest well. You are genuinely injured; I’ll go check with the doctor about your condition."
After obtaining Giselle Keating’s examination and treatment details, the doctor informed her it was nothing serious, just a mild concussion.
She breathed a sigh of relief.
As Claire Truman flipped through the examination report, her expression suddenly changed.
Wait, why is Giselle Keating’s blood type different from everyone else’s in The Keating Family?
Back when Mrs. Keating had an accident, she had seen the examination report and remembered the blood type, and she also remembered Ronan Keating’s check-up blood type.
Ronan Keating’s blood type followed his father’s, but now Giselle Keating’s blood type was different from both of her parents’.
How could two people have a child with a different blood type?
Suddenly, a bizarre and bold thought emerged in her mind.
Could it be that Giselle Keating isn’t The Keating family’s daughter at all?
Could it be that Mrs. Keating had an affair?
Claire Truman was filled with questions, but she didn’t voice them. Instead, she quietly hid the blood test report away.
She intended to investigate this matter thoroughly when the opportunity arose, as it might prove useful in the future.