Once a Doormat Now Untouchable (Caleb and Sydney) novel Chapter 318

**When The Ocean Learned My Name and Whispered It Back to You by Aurelia Novel 318**

**Chapter 318**

Eloise’s eyes narrowed, a predatory glint flickering in their depths as they scrutinized the two bodyguards standing awkwardly by the car. “What are you doing just standing there?” she snapped, her voice laced with impatience. “Are you waiting for her to waste more time? Get her in the car—now!”

“Yes, ma’am!” The bodyguards sprang into action, their movements swift and decisive. They flung open the door of a nearby car and attempted to force Sydney inside, their grip unyielding.

“Let go of me! You can’t do this! Let me go!” Sydney protested vehemently, thrashing with her arms and legs in a desperate bid for freedom. She turned her frantic gaze toward Eloise, her voice rising in urgency. “I came here today to treat Madam Hutton’s legs. The treatment isn’t even finished yet!”

In her mind, Sydney had envisioned this visit as a strategic opportunity, a chance to leverage her role as Florence’s caregiver to shield herself from Eloise’s wrath. But she hadn’t anticipated the chaos that the Sterlings would unleash at the Hutton household’s doorstep.

Florence was not just a patient; she was a woman burdened by both emotional and physical scars. The last thing she needed was the upheaval brought on by this confrontation. Sydney felt a pang of guilt, knowing that the tranquility Florence desperately sought was now under threat.

With Eloise’s demeanor growing increasingly hostile, Sydney’s heart raced. If she didn’t make her position clear, who knew where the Sterlings intended to drag her?

“What did you just say?” Eloise’s laughter rang out, sharp and mocking. “You? Treat Madam Hutton? If they really came to Jouleston, how could I not have heard even a whisper of it?”

“Since when does our family owe the Sterlings an explanation every time we come to Jouleston?” A voice cut through the tension, cool and unwavering, as James emerged from the shadows of the courtyard. His presence was like a breath of fresh air, yet his expression remained composed, betraying no hint of the anger simmering beneath the surface.

James was a study in calmness, but his words dripped with unmistakable discontent. And rightly so.

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