Eleanor Sterling’s face darkened, was Thomas Quincy ntally twisted?
She shook her head and said, "No, I have no interest in becoming the head woman of the Quincy Family. I’m already married."
Thomas Quincy fiddled with his phone, then pulled up the news he had just checked. It was all about Eleanor Sterling’s recent uproar about being abandoned.
"Married? Your husband is now about to marry another woman. Are you sure you still have a husband?"
This was like rubbing salt in the wound. Eleanor Sterling gritted her teeth and said, "Well, those photos I took back then have been destroyed. We’ve at least known each other, do you really have to be so heartless?"
At the ntion of the photos, Thomas Quincy’s expression instantly changed.
He snarled, "Cut the crap, just tell whether you agree or not. If not, then forget about getting the Scarlet Prelude!"
Eleanor Sterling couldn’t help but roll her eyes.
Thomas Quincy was furious. Was he planning to make her the head woman of the Quincy Family, then lock her up and slowly torture her? That sick bastard!
Eleanor Sterling took a deep breath and said, "I’m pregnant."
Thomas Quincy snorted, "So what! It’s not who got you pregnant. But if you want, maybe I can help."
"..."
Listening to him, Eleanor Sterling had the urge to strangle him, but she kept reminding herself to stay calm since her life depended on the Quincy Family’s exclusive dicine.
"Let’s get straight to the point. I’m pregnant, the child is Alaric Faulkner’s, and I need the Scarlet Prelude to save my child. Just tell whether you’ll give it to or not."
Damn, how can there be such an arrogant woman.
Clearly, she’s the one asking for help, yet she acts like it’s charity for him to give her the dicine.
It’s driving him mad!
Eleanor Sterling crossed her arms and looked at Thomas Quincy, saying, "Anyway, if you don’t give the dicine, I might die, then maybe you’ll get what you want..."
She looked out the window, lancholically saying, "I hope you’ll bring my favorite lilies to my grave then..."
Thomas Quincy was stunned, "What did you say? You’re about to die?"
Eleanor Sterling slowly curved her lips, "Hmm."
"What does your dying have to do with my family’s dicine?"
"Of course it matters, without the Scarlet Prelude, I can’t fight poison with poison.
In short, I won’t live long. I was wrong about what happened back then. If you’re still holding on to it, I can apologize."
Thomas Quincy’s face sank as his gaze at Eleanor Sterling beca extrely complex, not knowing what he was thinking.
These words were Eleanor Sterling’s deliberate gamble.
She bet that Thomas Quincy wouldn’t let her die, after all, he had rembered her for so many years. How could he easily let her die?
Ronan Keating could hear Eleanor Sterling and Thomas Quincy’s conversation, initially surprised at their acquaintance and gradually understanding.
This Quincy Family Head seed to have so feelings for Eleanor Sterling, sounded like soone who missed out tragically.
He deeply felt sorry for Alaric Faulkner.
Thomas Quincy looked at Eleanor Sterling, hesitantly asked, "You really need the Scarlet Prelude to stay alive?"
Eleanor Sterling smiled brightly, knowing Thomas Quincy was wavering.
She looked sincerely at him and nodded, "Yes, if you help , I will find ways to repay you in the future."
Thomas Quincy gritted his teeth, remained silent for a mont, finally said helplessly, "Alright, I’ll give it to you."
After successfully persuading Thomas Quincy, Eleanor Sterling smiled, "Thank you."
"But I have one condition."
"What condition?"
This guy better not be taking back his word!
Thomas Quincy snorted, "Co with to attend your man’s wedding, as my date."
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