Trash Husband, I'm the Top novel Chapter 187

Eleanor read through the whole file, her eyes lingering on the last page.

[Ms. Winters from Millbrook had two apprentices, and they looked almost identical.]

Almost identical?

What did that mean?

Eleanor held her breath, a dozen images flashing through her mind.

An idea—wild, desperate—took shape.

Her heart hammered in her chest.

Finally, she closed the file and set it carefully back on the desk.

When Daniel came in, Eleanor immediately pleaded, “Dan, please… help my dad.”

Daniel already knew what Jordan had done.

His expression grew serious. “Mr. Quinn kidnapped Payne, triggered his condition, and now he’s facing prison because of Louis. You know how powerful Louis’s name is—I don’t need to tell you.”

Eleanor’s voice caught, thick with pain. “But my dad… he didn’t mean for any of this to happen.”

Daniel had always despised Jordan. Before, it was just petty nonsense. This was different. This time, Jordan had crossed a line Daniel could not ignore.

“He put profit above everything. He tried to force Grandma Grace to remarry, and when she refused, he kidnapped a sick child. How can you say any of this was an accident?”

Eleanor had no answer.

She’d been complicit in trying to pressure Grandma Grace into that marriage, after all.

“Eleanor, stay out of this,” Daniel said coldly.

He wasn’t going to help.

Eleanor pleaded again, but Daniel remained unmoved.

She had no choice but to leave.

But her mind kept circling back to the contents of that file.

Later, after work, Daniel went to pick up Aurora.

When the two met, silence stretched between them.

Daniel braced himself, expecting Aurora to confront him about what had really happened with the drinks.

But Aurora didn’t mention it. Not a single word.

Back at North Manor, they ate dinner, went through the motions, and by ten, she went to bed without a fuss or a question.

After a moment’s hesitation, Daniel finally spoke first. “Eleanor honestly just picked up the wrong glass. It wasn’t on purpose.”

Aurora nodded. “I know.”

She wasn’t asking because she already knew the answer wouldn’t matter.

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