Revenge with Her Quadruplets

Chapter 131 His Attempt to Test You Succeeded

Chapter 131 His Attempt to Test You Succeeded

After enduring over a decade of humiliation, eight months of imprisonment, disfigurement, and vengeance for her own and her child's attempted murder, how could Eleanor, with her unyielding nature, simply let bygones be bygones?

Others might not know Eleanor's strength, but she did. Eleanor, who had been bullied by her since childhood, was always at her mercy.

She was merely a foil in her life.

Once, wanting to watch others having sex, she kidnapped Eleanor and hoped to see her turn into a slut.

However, a mix-up with the photos spared Eleanor from capture; instead, she was the one abducted and suffering the consequences of her sin.

At just seventeen, she suffered indescribable humiliation. From that moment, she swore to destroy Eleanor and take away everything Eleanor had to make her life a living hell.

And she succeeded. She seized away Eleanor's only hope, Michael, and thought she had killed Eleanor. But now, knowing that Eleanor was still alive, why was she so terrified?

The banquet continued, but after Sebastian and Nathan's departure, it lost its significance.

Yet, the guests didn't leave and were eager to see how things would unfold.

...

Nathan rushed Eleanor to the nearest hospital. She was diagnosed with a severe allergic shock and looked heartbreakingly fragile.

Waylon, upon hearing the doctor's words, instantly understood Michael's intentions. He was testing his mother because he doubted her identity.

Tears streamed down Waylon's face.

Watching his mother on the intravenous drip, he felt a deep ache in his heart. Why did everyone try to hurt them? What had they done?

Why should they deserve such cruelty?

Christian pushed the wheelchair for Sebastian and they went into the ward.

Sebastian saw his son crying.

His heart clenched. It was the first time he had seen his son in such grief for someone other than him.

He then saw Eleanor, who was pale and had rashes all over her body. Her breath was weak as if a mere gust of wind could blow her away.

"Waylon," Sebastian reached out for his son's hand.

But Waylon quickly withdrew his hand.

Sebastian was caught off guard and felt hurt with his brows furrowed.

"You couldn't keep her safe; just let her go," Waylon said. His Dad just watched his Mom faint and did nothing.

Stunned by his son's words, Sebastian stroked his fingers.

"Waylon, I've already told you to stay out of adults' matters."

Waylon made no response and just stared at him as his lips trembled.

His Mom had saved his Dad because the latter raised him all these years.

She was returning the favor by saving his life.

"I might not meddle in other affairs, but I can't stand aside when it comes to Aunt Eleanor," Waylon's voice, despite his young age, was surprisingly firm.

It was soft yet filled with power.

Sebastian was silently watching his son. Why was he acting that way?

In just one month, Eleanor had become a significant part of Waylon's life, and it seemed that he cared more about her than his own father.

"Why insist on letting her go if you care about her so much? You'd be much happier if she stayed," Sebastian couldn't understand what his son was thinking.

Waylon replied frustratedly, "Dad, Michael did this intentionally to Aunt Eleanor tonight. Why didn't you stand up for her? Dad, a man is supposed to protect his woman, but you failed to do that. Maybe it's better if she leaves." Waylon pleaded as his mother wasn't safe in the Moore family. He could take on the responsibility of seeking revenge.

"She deserves someone who can truly protect her," Waylon stated with a heavy heart. He knew his Dad better than anyone else. His Dad was void of emotions.

Suddenly, they heard applause coming from the doorway.

Nathan entered with a teasing smile, looked at Waylon's good-looking face, and said, "Young man, you've certainly surpassed your father in compassion."

Sebastian glanced coldly at Nathan's charming face and said nothing.

Nathan watched him and joked, "Sebastian, your son is right. Why don't you propose to divorce Ellie? I'll be waiting right outside the Administration of Marriage. Once you're done, I'll marry her."

Sebastian shot him an intimidating glance and replied, "Nathan, you wish."

He stared at Nathan with glaring eyes.

Eleanor belonged to him, Sebastian.

"You can leave now. My wife doesn't need your care," Sebastian coldly asked him to leave.

Nathan snorted and retorted, "She'll be mine someday."

With those words, Nathan turned around and strode out.

He had important matters to attend to and would visit Ellie tomorrow morning.

After Nathan left, Sebastian said to Waylon, "Go back to rest. I'll stay here with her."

"No," Waylon refused as he slipped off his shoes and climbed onto the bed to lie next to his Mom.

He was exhausted, but he couldn't stand being apart from her.

Sebastian looked at the tears on his son's face helplessly and had to give in.

Eleanor woke up in the middle of the night and found herself in a hospital.

She winced slightly, and her throat still felt uncomfortable.

After Eleanor's a few coughs, Sebastian, who had been resting on the other bed, also opened his eyes.

"You're awake."

Hearing his husky voice, Eleanor turned to look at him.

"Well...Have you been here the whole time?" she asked. Her voice was hoarse, and she was still feeling unwell.

"Yes," Sebastian replied while gazing at her intensely. "Tonight, Michael's attempt to test you... succeeded."

Eleanor's hands clenched into fists. She turned to him again and asked, "What do you mean...by that?"

"Eleanor, tonight, Michael confirmed something for me," Sebastian said and acted as if nothing had happened.

She was once Michael's girlfriend.

And he couldn't go over with that!

Eleanor sneered, "What's your point?"

"Are you planning to seek revenge?" Sebastian didn't answer her question directly. Têxt belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

Eleanor just watched him in silence.

Had he known this all along?

"Tell me, is revenge what you're after?" Sebastian asked again in a sharp and commanding voice.

The distinguished man slowly sat up, and the atmosphere became overwhelmingly intense.

Eleanor said with a smile, "Mr. Moore, I don't know what you're implying."

She was accustomed to handling everything on her own and taking care of herself. She rarely received help from others in her life.

Sebastian gave her a deep, scrutinizing look and said, "You can deny it, but you cannot hide the things you've done."

Eleanor was silent.

She realized Sebastian knew more than she had anticipated.

"Mr. Moore, I'll take care of my problems, and there is no need for you to be concerned," Eleanor assured him with a bright smile.

"Your current state is precisely what worries me," Sebastian retorted coldly.

"Sorry, I... I'm allergic to lilies," Eleanor said resignedly since she was sensitive to lilies.

"When Old Master Moore is still alive, you cannot harm Michael, but you could start your revenge with the Ryker family," Sebastian kindly suggested.

Eleanor narrowed her eyes, looked at him, and asked with a meaningful smile, "And what if it were to be an accident?"