Single Mother of a Werewolf Baby novel Chapter 163

Chapter 163: The Return of Aunt Bella

Mrs. Eliza Grant, the current Mayor of Stockport Council, had been busier than ever. Ever since the shocking events now known as the Stockport Scandal, which utterly destroyed the once-mighty Brown family, her prominence in the region had grown day by day.

With MP Oliver Brown having fled after the scandal and still missing, an arrest warrant was issued and his name was added to Interpol’s wanted list. Everyone in Stockport now believed that Eliza Grant would soon be the next Member of Parliament for the area.

The Brown family had dominated both business and politics in the region for years. Numerous development projects were ongoing under their name, but following their bankruptcy, every one of those projects came to an abrupt halt. The public saw no hope of completion... until Mayor Grant stepped in.

She brought the powerful Miller Group from Manchester and successfully negotiated their involvement to take over and complete the stalled projects.

From a business perspective, the Miller Group faced some initial losses, but the decision significantly boosted their reputation in Stockport and skyrocketed Mayor Grant’s popularity. Although the council lacked adequate funds for large-scale development, she forged collaborations with other agencies, leveraging influence and goodwill to get the work done.

Just as she finished an interview with several media outlets, her phone vibrated. Glancing down and seeing the caller ID read Eleanor, she immediately silenced the phone.

Then, standing up with grace, she addressed the reporters, "Thank you for your support. If you have more questions, feel free to post them on my page. I’ll respond personally. Now, please excuse me. I need to attend to some official matters."

With that, she swiftly exited the conference room and walked straight to her private office. Closing the door behind her, she picked up the call.

Eleanor’s crisp voice came through immediately. "Mayor Grant, please go to London today and meet the Party Chairman. Tomorrow’s meeting will fill the party’s vacant positions. You need to be there."

Eliza sighed softly. "I told you to call me aunt, but you never listen," she said with a wry smile.

Then, regaining her composure, she added, "Alright. I’ll catch the afternoon flight."

Eleanor continued, "You should start focusing on the national stage. In your constituency, your popularity is more than enough. Your nomination is secured. If you want an important role, it’s time to start networking with the Lords. Also, Baron Chapman needs reliable people by his side."

"I know. Don’t worry," Eliza replied confidently. "I’ll handle it."

"Good. I’ve got other matters to attend to. If there’s nothing else, take care," Eleanor said, her tone sharp but not unfriendly.

"I’ll call if I need anything," Eliza promised.

"Okay." The call ended.

Eliza placed the phone gently on the desk and sank into her chair. A wave of quiet reflection washed over her.

How had she come this far?

She was content being Mayor. Becoming an MP had always been her dream to step into her late father’s footsteps, and she had been chasing it more for him than herself. But now, that distant dream was within reach.

Ever since she met Eleanor, her entire worldview had shifted. The young woman... just in her twenties... held more power and influence than seasoned politicians.

Eliza chuckled to herself, the corner of her lips curling into a smile. "Esmeralda... what a monster you created! You fled from politics, but now your daughter bends it to her will."

She leaned back in her chair, the smile still lingering, knowing she was about to step into a game far larger than she had ever imagined.

***

When Eleanor arrived at Hope Specialized Hospital, she went straight to Isabella’s cabin. Isabella’s treatment was essentially complete. The upcoming follow-up sessions were routine and could be handled by any competent doctor familiar with breast cancer. Today, she would be discharged, and Eleanor had come to take her to her villa.

Pushing the door open, Eleanor stepped inside. Behind her, her protocol officer, Laila, followed silently. But the moment Eleanor entered the room, her eyes landed on a middle-aged man in a black suit, seated on a chair. He bore a slight resemblance to Aunt Bella.

"Oh, Eleanor! You’re here," Isabella smiled warmly. "Let me introduce you. This is my son, Isaac. And Isaac, this is Eleanor, the one I’ve been telling you about."

Isaac stood up and gave a polite bow. "I don’t know how I can ever express my gratitude, Lady Langford. If it weren’t for you, my mother would probably still be waiting in the NHS queue. If there’s ever anything I can do for you, please don’t hesitate to ask."

Eleanor waved her hand dismissively. "I didn’t do it for thanks... or for you. My mother entrusted Aunt Bella with raising me after her death. Now that I’m grown, it’s my turn to take care of her."

Isaac nodded, undeterred. "Regardless of your reason, you’re now a benefactor of our family. I’ll always treat you as such."

Eleanor didn’t argue. Instead, she turned to Laila. "Pack everything Aunt Bella needs to take home. And give me the new dress I bought."

With a soft, "Oh!" Laila handed the bag to Eleanor, then began moving around the room to pack Isabella’s belongings.

Eleanor walked over to Isabella and handed her the bag. "Aunt Bella, please change into this dress. Freya is waiting for you at home. The clothes you’ve been wearing here might be contaminated. Let Laila take care of packing. We’ll wash everything once we’re back."

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