Trash Husband, I'm the Top novel Chapter 261

Daniel had given strict orders: Nora wasn’t allowed to leave the house.

So Mrs. Chambers’ tantrum downstairs was pointless.

Seething with frustration, Mrs. Chambers threw a spectacular fit in the living room, breaking whatever she could get her hands on.

Nora turned and headed upstairs, quickly telling one of the maids to keep an eye on Mrs. Chambers.

Let her throw things if she wants, she said. Just make sure she doesn’t come upstairs.

She stretched out on the balcony, letting the morning sunlight warm her skin.

Her phone buzzed with the latest headlines.

Chambers Corporation had officially fired Eleanor. Of course, the press release put it more delicately—Eleanor was “resigning for personal reasons.” But anyone who paid attention knew the truth.

On the company website, the developer’s name next to The Almanac of Air had quietly changed to Aurora.

Nora set her phone aside, eyes stinging.

At last, she’d reclaimed the naming rights to The Almanac of Air.

She exhaled and covered her eyes with the palm of her hand.

That’s when she heard footsteps approaching.

She didn’t need to look; she knew it was Daniel. Lowering her hand, her gaze—still a little red—met his.

“Here to interrogate me, Mr. Chambers?”

Daniel studied her for a moment before speaking in that cool, detached way of his. “Eleanor’s no longer Director of Research.”

“I know,” Nora replied. She’d just read it in the news.

It was exactly what Eleanor deserved.

Daniel was silent for several seconds. “The Cooper family is breaking off the engagement.”

Nora had expected that.

After all, Eleanor was never really a Chambers, and now that she’d left the corporation with her reputation in tatters, it was only natural the Coopers wanted nothing to do with her.

With a trace of mockery, Nora said, “So the Chambers family made their move too early. No matter what Eleanor loses, she’ll always have a wonderful brother like you, Mr. Chambers.”

Nora let out a cool, brittle laugh. “I’ve always been this person.”

Seven years in foster care had taught her well: if she hadn’t learned to protect herself, she would’ve been devoured, left with nothing.

It was only when she’d met Aurora—gentle, warm Aurora—that her sharp edges had started to soften.

But Aurora was gone now. And with her went all of Nora’s softness.

She didn’t believe she’d done anything wrong.

Daniel’s expression hardened. “And the child? You don’t care about that either, do you?”

Nora lowered her gaze. “I know what I’m doing.”

Daniel gave a short, bitter laugh and turned to go.

He didn’t believe her for a second.

She didn’t care about that child at all.

Nora sat there in the growing sunlight, her eyes burning until tears slipped down her cheeks.