Chapter 10 - The Fallen Matriarch
Eleanor crawled across the marble floor toward the staircase, her expensive blue lace dress wrinkled and wet from the rain blowing through the entrance.
"Evelyn... my child..." Eleanor whimpered, holding her wrinkled hands up in supplication. "This is my home! I've lived in this Greenwich mansion for twenty years! You can't put an old woman out on the street!"
Evelyn looked down at her mother-in-law without a single shred of pity.
"You called my sick daughter an embarrassment to your family legacy thirty minutes ago, Eleanor," Evelyn reminded her softly. "You laughed while they shaved her head. You have two hours to pack one suitcase and leave."
"Evelyn, please!" Eleanor wept, clutching the wooden bannister. "Where am I supposed to go?!"
"You can go live with Chloe," Evelyn replied coldly. "I hear her apartment is quite cozy."
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Evelyn turned on her heel and carried Nora up the grand staircase, leaving Eleanor’s hysterical cries echoing through the empty, cavernous foyer.
👉 Read PART 11 to see where Evelyn took Nora for her recovery!
