Once a Doormat Now Untouchable (Caleb and Sydney) novel Chapter 223

Securing this project would give Eloise enough leverage to face Julian with real bargaining power. Hence, she had gritted her teeth and agreed to Penelope's plan.

Penelope smiled, certain of victory. "Don't worry. As long as Sydney develops the drug, the results won't escape me."

The thought alone made her grin, even in her dreams.

If she could one day claim the title of cancer drug researcher, she could scarcely imagine how high her life would soar. Even if she wanted to remarry Caleb, Adeline herself would not dare oppose it. All that remained was for Sydney not to disappoint her.

After chatting a while longer with Adeline, Penelope took Timothy upstairs to play. Midway, she veered onto the balcony and dialed a number.

"Madam Sterling, I just learned something. Thought you should know."

"What is it?" Eloise's voice was clipped, sharp.

Penelope's eyes gleamed coldly, though her tone carried a smile. "Sydney and Caleb are divorced."

Eloise froze. "Divorced?"

With Sydney's temperament, she would not have abandoned the Hamptons—a tree whose shade she could enjoy for life—unless driven past her breaking point. Eloise had not expected the girl's endurance to falter so soon.

Penelope nodded. "Yes. My mother-in-law confirmed it herself. They finalized the divorce before New Year's. Caleb must have found her unbearable to agree."

She laughed lightly. "Perhaps now you could arrange a new marriage for her. From here on, her life could be shaped by a single word from you."

Eloise sneered. "I didn't realize your grudge ran that deep."

Was Caleb insane? Abandoning a woman like Sydney for someone like Penelope? Either his brain was broken, or his eyes were.

Eloise frowned. "And how would you know that? Were you hiding under their bed every night? Don't tell me you take her at her word. Haven't you been fooled enough already?"

The more she considered it, the more urgent it felt to find Sydney another match. Otherwise, if her gullible grandson really fell for her, he would be duped into counting money for her—a pretty, obedient face hiding no honest thought.

Victor, spoiled by his grandmother's favoritism, went shameless. "I don't care. If you're arranging her future, arrange her with me."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean I want to marry her."