Revenge with Her Quadruplets

Chapter 15 She Wasn't Allergic

Chapter 15 She Wasn't Allergic

The backyard of the Moores' manor!

This was the old villa of the Moore family with beautiful scenery. Now it was the backyard of the Moores' manor, but one of the top luxury mansions.

Compared to the luxury of the front yard, it was much inferior here.

Michael and his family had been forced to live there.

Since Madison came to the backyard, she had been in a bad mood.

She had just received a message from Gabriella. This Eleanor wasn't that previous Eleanor!

But why was she always so uneasy?

She went downstairs and saw her son sitting by the window, looking outside, lost in thought.

"Michael, what are you thinking? Don't you have to go to work today?" Madison's tone was stern. Now her son, Michael, was her only hope.

Her husband was nebbish. Samuel was dissatisfied with Michael's performance. So he took the chance to crush Michael.

It was her carelessness and Eleanor was so cunning, which coincidentally gave Samuel an opportunity.

Samuel also knew Michael's assistant disguised as a ghost to scare Eleanor. That made them a joke.

Michael looked at his mother, expressionless, and asked, "Has Caroline sent any news to you?"

Madison nodded and answered, "Yes! She isn't Eleanor. She likes lilies and has no allergic reactions."

Michael also thought it was impossible. Eleanor was tied up in the big fire back then, and it was impossible to escape.

He was worrying too much!

"Mom, we must get rid of this Eleanor. We can't let Uncle Sebastian wake up. Christian has been carpet-searching for Dr. Scott. Melody is famous for her medical skills in Lediff Continent. Once Melody is found, Uncle Sebastian will have a chance to survive." He wanted to be the president of the Moore Group and had been coveting this position for many years.

Madison walked over and patted her son's shoulder, a malicious smile on her face. "Michael, it's easy to destroy a woman. Caroline can wholeheartedly love you for so many years and do everything for you. It's your charm. I believe that so can Eleanor."

Her words made Michael instantly know what to do. All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

He smirked coldly, "Mom, don't worry, I will find an opportunity."

Madison felt relieved. Her son was indeed clever.

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Eleanor lay there for a while, feeling much more comfortable, and the urge to cough had subsided.

She slowly got up and went to the bathroom, lifting her clothes to check her body.

There were still some rashes, but fortunately, she took the medicine in advance.

Eleanor took a deep breath, her eyes flickering with boundless hatred.

As Eleanor went out, she heard a knock on the door.

She opened the door and saw the butler standing outside.

The butler looked apologetic. "Mrs. Moore, sorry. Old Master Moore said that Little Young Master was in no condition to go out. If you want to go out, I'll arrange a driver for you."

As Eleanor had expected, she was grateful that Samuel had always been concerned about Waylon's safety. "I'll go out at noon."

"Okay, Mrs. Moore!" The butler smiled and turned around, but suddenly remembered something.

"By the way, Mrs. Moore, it's Mr. Moore's assistant who did that last night. Old Master Moore knows it and will handle it. Mrs. Moore, rest assured, such incidents won't happen again in the future."

Eleanor nodded with a smile. "I see."

The butler went to prepare the car.

Eleanor went upstairs to change her clothes and happened to see her son wake up.

She walked over with a smile. "Waylon, I'm going out. I'll be back in about two hours."

Waylon turned a sullen face and was unhappy. He also wanted to go out but said haughtily, "Hmph! Who cares if you'll come back?"