"Eleanor, your mother finally promised to pick you up!"
"Go to New Orleans when you get better and live a good life. Don't let your grandmother down before she dies!"
In RIverdale, an old woman in plain clothes put a bowl of soup and medicine in front of the bed and told her eagerly. The girl lying on the bed had porcelain skin, delicate eyebrows, and pale lips. She looked sick and weak.
When she heard that, she took the bowl of soup and gave the old woman a faint smile. "Thank you, grandmother. I understand."
"What a good child." The gray-haired old woman looked at her and couldn't help but sigh. Her eyes were red. "It's a pity that her life is so miserable."
Eleanor lowered her eyes and drank the medicine without saying anything.
When she opened her eyes after she fell ill, there was a lot on her mind.
It felt as if she had died, and then came back to life, reborn in this body.
Eleanor, was only 18 years old, but she had a hard life. She grew up in an orphanage. After being adopted, she thought that she finally had a home, but was abandoned by her adoptive parents several times...
What a fool.
What's the point of relying on others? She'd do better to rely on herself.
After her grandmother left, she lay down on the bed, and could still feel the uncontainable joy that surged through her heart.
When Eleanor fell ill, she had always dreamed of living with her family. Now that she had finally gotten the promise from her adoptive mother, how could she not be happy?
It was just that...
Would her adoptive parents really be so kind as to take her back?
Eleanor lowered her gaze and her eyes began to close.
The next day.
It was almost noon when someone finally knocked on the door. Eleanor's grandmother happily put down the freshly selected dishes in her hands, wiped her hands on her apron, and hurried to the door.
As she walked, she said with a smile, "Eleanor, it must be your mother. She has come to pick you up!"
Soon, she opened the door.
A well-dressed middle-aged woman stood outside.
It was not Grace, but the housekeeper of the Miller family.
Eleanor leaned against the door frame of the kitchen, looking languid. Her tender eyes were slightly raised, and she was looking at the woman outside.
"Madam Miller asked me to pick you up."
The female housekeeper's words were polite, but the disdain and arrogance in her eyes were hard to hide.
Eleanor's grandmother paused for a moment before saying enthusiastically, "You've travelled far, Mary! Come in and have a seat! Go after lunch. I'm sure you're already hungry after travelling for so long!"
"No", Mary exclaimed! Her eyes were full of disgust. The food here was worse than that of pigs. How could she eat it?
She looked directly at Eleanor and said, "Miss Miller, Mr. and Mrs. Miller are waiting for you at home. Let's go now."
Eleanor's grandmother had no choice but to simply give Eleanor her food as quickly as possible.
Eleanor had only a few items to pack, a stark contrast to the weight of her emotions.. There was only a backpack and a little cat. She found the little cat more than a month ago, and at the time, it was seriously ill. She spent all her money in taking it to the veterinary hospital in a desperate attempt to save its life.
Eleanor didn't really like pets, but after all, she saved it, so she raised it.
Seeing that she was going to take the cat with her, the disgust in Mary's eyes could hardly be concealed.
"Miss Eleanor, Mrs Miller doesn't like wild cats with an unknown origin."
Eleanor understood the underlying double meaning all to well.
Eleanor held the cat in her arms and looked up lightly. "Where is the wild cat?"
Mary frowned and became more and more dissatisfied with Eleanor, the country bumpkin. Since the Miller family was willing to take her back, she should be very grateful. She even wanted to take a stray cat with her!
"She really doesn't know what she's doing!"
"If you are insist on bringing it along, I may need to ask Mrs Miller for instructions." Mary threatened.
Eleanor raised her chin slightly. "Go ahead."
She had been in a high position for a long time and had the air of a superior, which made the housekeeper frown.
"Does this little village girl really think of herself as the eldest daughter of the Miller family? Not only does she not know her limits, but she also dares to order me around?"
When they get back to the Miller family, they will definitely have to see to her!
With a stern face, Mary started walking away and called to Eleanor.
Eleanor's grandmother said worriedly, "Eleanor..."
"It's fine, grandmother." Eleanor's lips curved into a faint smile as she looked in the direction of Mary. "She'll agree."
If they don't agree, they could just turn around and leave. They didn't have to care about her, a country bumpkin.
After a while, Mary came back and said with a dark face, "Mrs Miller is kind and agreed to take the wild cat in. Miss Eleanor, you'd better keep an eye on it. It's different in the city."
Eleanor didn't reply. She lowered her eyes and stroked the soft fur on the cat's back.
Eleanor was beautiful, her skin was as smooth as cream, and her eyes held the beauty of a masterful painting. Her long, curly eyelashes cast delicate shadows upon her eyelids, enhancing the allure of her gaze.
Mary was a little stunned. Her bright and flamboyant appearance was quite different from the timid and self-abased little village girl she envisioned.
However...
What's the use of having a beautiful face?
The Miller's had plans for her.
The sparrow couldn't become a phoenix in the end. She, Eleanor, couldn't even compare with one in ten thousand.
Mary curled her lips and looked even more disdainful.
Before Eleanor left, many neighbors came to see her off. They all spoke eagerly to her, hoping that she could live a better life.
Eleanor's grandmother's eyes were red as well. She wanted Eleanor to be happy, to listen to her parents..
Eleanor nodded and gently hugged her grandmother's shoulder.
Then, she walked out of the yard.
Standing outside and looking at the place where she had lived, she felt a little lost.
She was a bit reluctant to leave, gasping in the last memory of the place she became so fond of.
Under the sun, the girl's wine-red dress danced with the wind, gorgeous and ethereal. Her slender waist was clenched, and she was so beautiful that she didn't look like a mortal.
After a while, she turned around and got in the car. The door closed, covering the beautiful figure.
The car drove away from the countryside.
At the corner of the street, the two young men had seen what had just happened.
"Brother, did you see that?" Rex couldn't come to his senses for a long time. Looking at the direction in which the car disappeared, he said in a daze, "It's a fairy, a living fairy..."
Next to him, the tall and straight man narrowed his eyes slightly, and there was no emotion in his deep phoenix eyes.
"Really?" He opened his thin lips slightly and raised his hand to put on his sunglasses. His tone was cold and low. "You're dazzled."
After that, he turned around and left.
"A blurred vision? No?" Rex rubbed his eyes suspiciously, looked at the rolling dust, and then looked at the man's back as he left. "Brother, are you kidding me again?"
He caught up with him, but Alexander didn't stop. There was indeed a faint smile on his lips.
"Is she a fairy?"
Ha.
This time, it was worth it.
