Chapter 4 - Eleanor Tries To Defend Her Toxic Classist Actions
Eleanor scoffed nervously, trying to scrape together a shred of her former dignity as she straightened her tweed jacket.
“You cannot evict me from my own family home, William! My name is on the primary estate trust!” Eleanor snapped back.
“This house was built with the fortune my father accumulated before you were even born, and I refuse to be lectured by a gold-digger!”
Chloe wiped her tears, standing up slowly from the velvet bench despite the shock and trauma still rippling through her body.
“I never wanted your family’s money, Eleanor,” Chloe spoke up, her voice surprisingly steady and clear against the mansion's walls.
“I only ever wanted to build a quiet, honest life with the man who promised to protect me and our child.”
Eleanor sneered, crossing her arms over her chest with a look of pure, unadulterated contempt directed straight at her daughter-in-law.
“Honest life? You’re a middle-class nobody who trapped my son with a pregnancy just to climb into Greenwich society!” Eleanor hissed.
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“That is enough!” William roared, slamming his palm against the wooden banister with a crack that made the crystal chandelier swing.
“If you ever speak to my wife like that again, Mother, you won't just lose this house—you’ll lose your son forever.”
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