Single Mother of a Werewolf Baby novel Chapter 77

Chapter 77: The Indifference

The Clifford family and the Whitmore family had long suspected that someone was backing Eleanor. After weighing the possibilities, they concluded it must have been Elliot Grant. Given Eleanor’s mother’s past association with him, he seemed like the most likely candidate.

But now, seeing her beside Edward Miller, it was evident they had all been wrong.

She hadn’t just found protection, and she had found it in the highest of places. Eleanor Whitmore had become a plaything of Edward Miller.

It all made sense now... how she had vanished without a trace, how not even the combined efforts of the Cliffords, the Whitmores, or the police had found her. Of course, they hadn’t. The Miller family had the power and means to make someone disappear and remain invisible for years. If they wanted to hide someone, no force in the city could uncover that person’s whereabouts.

Back then, although only James and his mother had truly tried to search for her. At least the Clifford family name was behind them. And now, it was clear why the police had been so uninterested in pursuing her case. She had been under the protection of the Millers from the very beginning.

"That bitch," James thought through gritted teeth. "She wouldn’t even let me touch her when we were dating. Now she’s sleeping with an old man without shame?"

His fists clenched, his face flushed with rage. But a second later, he caught himself.

"Calm down. It’s not worth getting worked up over." He reminded himself, forcing a deep breath.

Fearing he might explode in front of everyone, James decided to take a moment to cool off. He turned to his companions with a forced smile.

"I need to use the restroom. I’ll be right back," he said.

The others barely noticed his departure, too preoccupied with selecting which woman each of them would approach later in the evening.

James slipped away, navigating the banquet hall until he reached the restroom. Luckily, it was still early in the event and the washroom was empty.

The moment the door closed behind him, his façade shattered. He let out a growl of frustration and punched the concrete wall hard enough to split his knuckles. Pain shot through his hand and momentarily dulling the storm inside his head.

"Who would’ve thought... that bland, boring little girl would turn into that," he muttered bitterly to himself, still seething. "Back then, I tried to get into her pants countless times. But she always resisted. And the more she resisted, the more I wanted to break her."

His lips curled into a sneer.

"I never even got aroused by her... not like I did with Jennifer and other girls. With Eleanor, it was just the thrill of domination... the frustration of control I couldn’t have."

Then he chuckled darkly as a memory resurfaced.

"Even the kidnappers didn’t want to touch her. Said she looked like a child. I had to force them by adding rape to the contract. They only did it for the money. If they had seen what she would become just a few years later..." He laughed coldly. "Those bastards hit the jackpot. They got her first."

His expression twisted as he leaned against the sink, blood dripping from his knuckles.

"And to think, Edward Miller didn’t get her virginity either. Ha! That old bastard’s probably playing secondhand now."

He threw his head back and laughed loudly, like a man unhinged.

Then suddenly, a realization struck him.

"The killers... what’s taking them so long?" he muttered, eyes narrowing. "No way it should take this long."

A new thought surfaced... sinister and fueled by lust.

"Maybe I should delay the order," he said aloud. "Even if she’s Edward’s whore now... she was mine once. She loved me... loved me more than anyone else. That can’t just disappear."

A twisted smile spread across his face.

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