Trash Husband, I'm the Top novel Chapter 132

But what was he seeing?

The aloof Mr. Hogan Chambers—who always seemed untouchable—was actually lowering himself, almost fawning over his own elderly mother. That scene shattered everything Jordan thought he knew. In his memory, his mother had always been an ordinary woman, gentle and soft-spoken—certainly not someone a man like Hogan Chambers would go out of his way to please.

Could it be that Mr. Hogan Chambers had taken a liking to her?

A swirl of emotions churned in Jordan’s chest. He couldn’t help but marvel at the sheer luck—or perhaps chaos—his family had stumbled into lately. Three generations of Quinn women, and now all of them were somehow entangled with the Chambers family.

He lingered, watching in silence for a while longer, before quietly slipping away.

Only after he saw Mr. Hogan Chambers leave did Jordan step into the hospital room.

He didn’t bother with small talk. “Mom, do you know Mr. Chambers personally?”

Grandma Grace, who knew her son’s temperament all too well, refused to answer directly. “What are you doing here?” she shot back.

Jordan was undeterred by the cold shoulder. Instead, he shared the news with a hint of pride: Eleanor had been recognized as the Chambers family’s heiress.

“Eleanor’s won the old man’s favor. Now the Quinn family’s status is rising with hers.”

Grandma Grace just frowned at this. “The one he wanted to acknowledge wasn’t Eleanor. It was Aurora. He’ll never truly like Eleanor.”

She wished her son would wake up from his daydream already.

Jordan muttered under his breath, “How could he not like her?”

“Jordan, Eleanor has never been the steady type. You’d do well to advise her to clear things up with the Chambers family herself,” Grandma Grace cautioned.

“Why is it always me who’s not enough?” The voice came from the doorway.

Eleanor stormed in, eyes rimmed red, her whole body bristling with indignation. “I’m your granddaughter too! Can’t you hope for the best for me, just this once?”

Mrs. Quinn glared at Grandma Grace with barely concealed resentment. After all, Eleanor being recognized by Mr. Hogan Chambers as his granddaughter—and with Daniel publicly announcing her as his sister, warning everyone not to cross her—was an enormous honor. And yet, the old woman still insisted Eleanor wasn’t good enough.

Mrs. Quinn, on the other hand, barely reacted, as if she’d known all along.

Grandma Grace didn’t soften her words. “Funny how you treasure what someone else already cast aside.”

Eleanor’s face crumpled, her eyes brimming with tears.

How could this be happening? How could she be nothing more than Aurora’s castoff?

Mrs. Quinn, seeing her daughter on the verge of breaking down, quickly pulled her aside and whispered, “This was meant to be a blessing.”

Eleanor’s voice was shaky, her eyes red. “I know…”

Mrs. Quinn cupped her daughter’s cheeks, her tone gentle but firm. “Daniel told me about all of this beforehand. We planned it for you—I just wanted it to be a surprise.”

“Mr. Hogan Chambers is old and nearly gone. Who he likes doesn’t matter. What matters is that Daniel chose you, and he’ll protect you. Remember, I told you to run from that marriage for this very reason. Don’t lose sight of what’s important, sweetheart.”