Nora instructed the housekeeper, “Don’t let her in.”
She wasn’t Daniel—she didn’t have that kind of soft heart.
After dinner, Nora spent some time playing with Payne, then tucked him into bed and soothed him to sleep.
Only when she stepped out of the bedroom did she notice it was raining outside.
The housekeeper was waiting anxiously by the door, wringing her hands and at a complete loss.
“Ma’am,” she said quickly when Nora appeared, “Ms. Quinn is still outside.”
Nora walked over to the window and looked down.
Eleanor was standing in the rain, arms wrapped tightly around herself. Her clothes were soaked through, her long hair plastered to her face in dripping strands.
She looked utterly miserable.
“What should we do?” the housekeeper asked in a hushed, nervous voice.
After all, Eleanor was Mr. Chambers’ sister. If something happened to her, nobody in the household could afford to take the blame.
Nora watched silently for several long minutes.
“You didn’t invite her in?” she asked.
The housekeeper didn’t dare to lie. “We did, but Ms. Eleanor said she wouldn’t come inside unless you gave permission yourself.”
Nora’s brow arched, and a faint, ambiguous smile tugged at her lips. So this was Eleanor’s little standoff—waiting for her to cave first.
“Tell her she can either go home or stay out there. I don’t care,” Nora said coldly. Patience was never her virtue, least of all with Eleanor.
Sympathy was out of the question.
The autumn rain was bone-chilling, and Eleanor, shivering violently, was reaching her limit.
Why hadn’t Nora come out yet?
Didn’t she realize Eleanor was standing in the pouring rain?
Eleanor wondered if she should send someone to plead her case, when suddenly, the front door swung open. The housekeeper stepped out, relayed Nora’s message, and promptly slammed the door shut.
Eleanor clenched her jaw in disbelief.
She was Daniel’s sister—didn’t Nora worry what would happen if Daniel found out she’d left her outside like this?
But the door stayed firmly shut all night.
She even slid the balcony door shut behind her.
Soon, the ambulance arrived and took Eleanor to the hospital.
After a night in the cold rain, she came down with a fever almost immediately.
Later that day, Donna arrived with Mrs. Quinn just as Nora was curled up on the sofa, watching TV.
Nora’s icy indifference was more than Mrs. Quinn could bear.
Pointing an accusing finger at her, Mrs. Quinn snapped, “Nora, how can you sit here watching television while Eleanor is suffering because of you?”
Nora tilted her head. “And what would you have me do?”
“You—” Mrs. Quinn nearly fainted from anger.
The housekeeper tried to explain quietly, “Ma’am did ask Ms. Eleanor to leave, but Ms. Eleanor insisted on staying outside…”
“This is none of your business,” Donna snapped, cutting her off.
The housekeeper fell silent, terrified.

Comments
The readers' comments on the novel: Trash Husband, I'm the Top