Chapter 814 Remnants of a Decaying Old Era
Ms. Dashwood looked numb.
Nathan not only showed her the divorce agreement but also the document signed by Benjamin Dashwood personally, agreeing to send her to a mental hospital.
These days, she underwent many examinations.
The results came out, indicating she had schizophrenia and severe depression.
Seeing her like this, Nathan didn't say anything more.
Just then, a nurse came to administer medication.
Ms. Dashwood mechanically had the pills handed to her.
Nathan fell silent.
What bad deeds had he done in his past life to be assigned such a task now?
But at least Ms. Dashwood was willing to take the medication for treatment!
An hour later, Nathan received Eleanor.
"You look better and stronger than a few days ago. You seem to be adapting well to life without your parents..." Nathan tried to lighten the heavy atmosphere.
Eleanor glanced at him.
Then, with one sentence, Eleanor wiped the smile off Nathan's face.
"At least I have got enough to eat." Eleanor replied in a low voice.
Nathan thought, 'What does she mean?'
'Was she not well-fed at home before...?'
'What era is this? It is too much not to feed a child properly.'
'Even prisoners serving life sentences get three square meals a day!'
"Eleanor, I have something to tell you before you go in." Nathan actually felt sorry.
Eleanor was too young.
It was cruel that Nathan let Eleanor hand a divorce agreement to persuade Ms. Dashwood to sign it.
But there was no other way.
After all, Nathan had to protect her interests.
Nathan gently conveyed the matter to Eleanor in simple and understandable terms.
"Can I really keep the house?" Eleanor was extremely surprised.
"As long as Ms. Dashwood signs, if you want this house in the future, you can use this agreement to enforce it at any time," Nathan said, "Even if you don't need it now, you can have it in the future if you want."
"Got it." Eleanor nodded. "Give me the agreement."
"No, there is only one. If you can convince Ms. Dashwood to sign, I'll bring it out again!"
"Okay."
Then, Nathan took Eleanor inside.
Opening the door to the ward, Eleanor saw a thin woman sitting on the bed, her face stiff, and her eyes immediately reddened.
Just as Fiona had said, even a child so young, if pushed to the brink of death by their parents, would seek comfort from them in times of pain.
Even though Eleanor was so afraid of Ms. Dashwood, when she saw Ms. Dashwood, she was still very aggrieved.
Ms. Dashwood glanced at her and said, "Are you just finished performing? Are you the lead singer?"
Eleanor gradually regained her composure and replied, "No. Chicago was originally the lead singer."
Ms. Dashwood didn't go into hysterics. She just sneered, saying very contemptuously, "I didn't have any hope for you; you're useless."
"Did you call me here just to scold me?" Eleanor asked.
Eleanor shouldn't have had any illusions.
How could Ms. Dashwood love her? In Ms. Dashwood's mind, Eleanor had always been the source of her misery.
"Come here," Ms. Dashwood said in a low voice.
Eleanor hesitated for a moment but eventually walked over.
When she reached Ms. Dashwood, Ms. Dashwood's eyes welled up.
"Eleanor, your dad has a mistress, and she is pregnant; it's a son!" Ms. Dashwood said.
Eleanor's small body trembled slightly.
"You need to help me. It's also helping yourself!" Ms. Dashwood continued, then grabbed Eleanor's hand with such force that Eleanor felt her bones might break. "You need to track your father, find that mistress, and when you get the chance, push her down the stairs. If the boy is gone, your father will come back to us!"
Nathan was shocked. So was Eleanor.
"Ms. Dashwood, she's so young, how can you ask her to..." Nathan said.
"Yes, she's young; she won't face criminal charges; what if she pushes that mistress? The important thing is Benjamin can come home with us together!" Ms. Dashwood looked at Nathan fiercely. "Eleanor, don't listen to their nonsense. Nothing is more important than our family being together. Listen to me this time!"
"Mom!" Eleanor cried, "Dad doesn't love you!"
Ms. Dashwood was thunderstruck.
"Get a divorce, go find someone who loves you to live with, don't stay here anymore. Grandma bullied you; Dad doesn't love you..." Eleanor cried.
Ms. Dashwood suddenly slapped Eleanor.
Then Ms. Dashwood grabbed Eleanor's collar, lifted her, pressed her onto the hospital bed, and grabbed her neck with her hands.
"Why do they bully me? It's all because of you!" Ms. Dashwood shouted hoarsely.
Nathan rushed over to pull her away but couldn't even budge her.
"Did you already know your father had a mistress? You must have known it. You are coming for revenge!" Ms. Dashwood roared, "If it weren't for you, I wouldn't be in this situation today!"
At that moment, medical staff rushed in.
With two more people pulling and tugging, Nathan seized the opportunity to snatch Eleanor away.
"Let me go, I'm not sick! They took money to slander me!" Ms. Dashwood struggled desperately. After being injected, she gradually calmed down, but her gaze remained fixed on Eleanor.
Eleanor seemed stunned. Looking at Ms. Dashwood calming down, she thought of the suffocation and the pain of almost having her neck broken just now.
Eleanor couldn't help but burst into tears.
The last trace of fantasy she had about Ms. Dashwood vanished completely in the face of death.
From now on, Eleanor truly became a child without parents.
Nathan carried Eleanor out of the ward. He carefully examined her neck. He had such a slender little neck; he could easily snap it with a firm grip.
"Your mother is really ruthless!" Nathan said angrily.
Eleanor trembled with sobs.
Then, choking back tears, she said, "She's not..."
"Are you going to defend your mother?" Nathan's face darkened.
"She's not... she's not my mother anymore!" Eleanor said, covering her eyes and crying even more uncontrollably.
Nathan sat there and sighed heavily.
He wanted to say a few comforting words.
But how could he comfort her?
Was he going to say that Ms. Dashwood just had a mental illness, that's why she did this to her?
After spending these days with Ms. Dashwood, Nathan was clear that she was a remnant of a decaying old era in this age.
Even if she didn't have a mental illness, Ms. Dashwood still believed that Eleanor had brought her to this point.
Nathan decided not to comfort Eleanor anymore.
"Don't worry, since my boss is willing to help you, even if you can't get this house; with them around, you'll grow up well." Nathan patted her shoulder. "Let's go; there's a car outside to take you away." "
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