Trash Husband, I'm the Top novel Chapter 178

Eleanor spoke up in a calm, unhurried voice. “If I were you, ma’am, I’d agree right away. I’d even throw a grand celebration.”

Mrs. Chambers’s face darkened. “Eleanor, your last name is Quinn. Of course you want Aurora to marry Mr. Hogan—she’s your Aurora, after all.”

After all, who wouldn’t want that kind of fortune to fall into their lap?

Eleanor took the scolding in stride. Though a flicker of resentment flashed in her heart, her face remained gentle and compliant. “Mrs. Chambers, if I may—Grandma Grace isn’t getting any younger, and she and Mr. Hogan had feelings for each other when they were young. Now, meeting again in their golden years and being together—it’s a lovely story.”

She paused, her tone slow and deliberate. “Besides… if Aurora wanted to remarry, that ship has long sailed.”

Mrs. Chambers froze, caught off guard.

In truth, this was no different from when Mr. Hogan Chambers had once offered to take Aurora on as his goddaughter—same logic, different title.

Suddenly, things clicked into place for Mrs. Chambers. Her gaze at Eleanor softened, even turning kindly.

“If this works out,” she promised, “I’ll treat you like my own daughter from now on.”

Eleanor suppressed the surge of excitement in her chest and replied with perfect obedience, “I’ll go home and talk to Grandma Grace for you.”

…

Aurora escorted her grandmother back to the Quinn home.

She’d called ahead, so Jordan was already waiting by the door, helping Grandma Grace out of the car himself.

Mrs. Quinn stood by with a respectful smile.

Grandma Grace was moved from her cramped little room to the spacious bedroom next door, full of light and fresh air.

As for caregivers, Aurora insisted the familiar nurse stay on. This way, if anything upset Grandma Grace at the Quinn house, Aurora would hear about it right away.

Jordan invited Aurora to stay for lunch.

Wanting to spend more time with her grandmother, Aurora agreed.

During the meal, Jordan brought up Grandma Grace and Mr. Hogan Chambers’s potential marriage at the table.

He was all for it, both hands raised in support.

She’d always thought Aurora held a grudge, always hoping something would go wrong for this family.

Aurora tapped her finger on the tabletop. “Shouldn’t you at least ask Grandma what she wants?”

Jordan frowned. “The Chambers family is wealthy, and Mr. Hogan Chambers has always cared about her. Why in the world would she say no?”

Mrs. Quinn chimed in, “Exactly. It’d be great for Jordan, too—what’s not to like?”

Aurora let out a cold laugh. This pair would do anything for their own gain—even use the old woman who raised them.

Jordan finally turned to Grandma Grace, who had remained silent. “Mom, say something.”

Grandma Grace’s clouded eyes swept over her son. “I don’t want this.”

Her voice was steady and calm.

After all, she’d always known exactly what kind of man her son was.

Jordan shot to his feet, panic written all over his face. The fortune he’d nearly grasped was slipping away, and he couldn’t bear it.