Trash Husband, I'm the Top novel Chapter 317

Nora had packed her things days ago—Payne Quinn included—and together, they set out for North Manor.

The staff had already begun calling her “Mrs. Quinn” again, their voices warm and cheerful.

Daniel had prepared gifts for both Nora and Payne.

He draped a luminous pearl necklace around Nora’s neck, the ivory beads glowing against her creamy skin, making her look all the more radiant. The past three months had done her good; she looked healthier, more at ease with herself.

Daniel didn’t say much. He simply made sure they were settled in, then left the house.

Nora knew exactly where he was headed: he was going to see Eleanor.

Half-siblings, yes, but family nonetheless.

Family? Nora’s lips curled into a bitter smile.

Now, he could finally defend Eleanor openly, without any pretense.

After tucking Payne into bed, Nora quietly slipped out, driving herself to the hospital.

She was there to visit Una.

Meanwhile, at the hospital, Eleanor and Mrs. Quinn sat together, their brows knit with worry over the three hundred million.

There was simply no way for them to raise that kind of money.

If Jordan decided to leak everything to the press, Eleanor could already imagine the kind of vicious rumors that would follow.

“Try to get a read on Dan’s intentions,” Mrs. Quinn suggested quietly.

Eleanor nodded, agreeing.

She thought Daniel wouldn’t be coming until the next day, so when he appeared sooner than expected, she felt a flicker of hope—maybe even gratitude. He was still her family, after all; he wouldn’t just abandon her.

Tears welled up in her eyes, her face flushed and puffy. “I thought you weren’t coming,” she whispered.

Daniel’s voice was stern. “I warned you before, Eleanor. You push things too far.”

Eleanor lowered her head, silent, unable to argue.

She just couldn’t swallow her pride.

Mrs. Quinn jumped in, trying to smooth things over. “Dan, Eleanor didn’t mean for things to go this way. She just loves Hans so much, she let jealousy get the better of her. She knows she was wrong.” She shot Eleanor a meaningful look.

“That won’t work—he really will go public. You have to help me,” she pleaded, fear tightening her voice. Three hundred million wasn’t a number you could just ask for outright. All she could do was try to gauge Daniel’s willingness.

Daniel looked at her coolly. If you looked closely, there was little warmth in his eyes—no tenderness an older brother might have for his sister. What lingered there was a sense of duty, born of old debts and shared blood, nothing more.

He watched her cry, then finally softened, his tone gentler as he tried to comfort her.

“Don’t worry. I’ll have Will talk to him. If he really tries to leak anything, our PR team will make sure it disappears.”

Eleanor felt cold all over.

Daniel’s meaning was clear: he wasn’t going to give her the money.

“But—”

“Eleanor, if he can demand three hundred million today, what’s to stop him from asking for five hundred million tomorrow? There’s no end to greed.”

Daniel rubbed his temple, the lamplight casting sharp shadows across his face, his whole demeanor distant and cold.

“But if Hans finds out, he’ll think less of me,” Eleanor insisted, desperation in her voice.

“If he would judge you for something like this, then he doesn’t deserve to be your husband,” Daniel said, trying to reason with her. “Whatever happened before wasn’t your fault. Don’t let it eat away at you. And besides, you still have me.”