Chapter 170

Just as Eleanor and Nolan were about to step out of the car, his phone rang with Erick's call.

She didn't catch the details of the conversation, but Nolan's expression darkened noticeably.

A few moments later, he hung up and faced her. "Something's come up at the office. I need to head back.Stay here and wait for me,okay?"

So,that was it.

She was officially left alone to watch the house.

Eleanor gave a small, resigned nod and watched him drive off before stepping into the villa.

What greeted her inside was unexpected. Norwood was sitting on the living room sofa, looking like he had been waiting a while.

Normally, he should have been at the Stewart family's residence.

Had he deliberately led Nolan away?

Eleanor squared her shoulders and kept tone even. "Good evening, Mr. Stewart."

Norwood snorted. "Good evening? Huh."

In just a few days, this little troublemaker had managed to stir up a storm. If it weren't for Jeff's urgent call,he might still have been in the dark about all this.

He slammed his cane on the floor, making his presence even more formidable.

"Listen, I don't care about where you come from or your past. But you're educated, so you should know the basics of decency. You're divorced. If you really care about Nolan and want what's best for him, you should step aside. His partner should lift him up, not drag him down." Was he trying to soften it a bit? Eleanor wasn't about to be swayed either.

She tilted her head slightly, sat comfortably across from him, and casually sipped her coffee. "Mr. Stewart,I think you've got it wrong," she said smoothly. "My relationship with Nolan isn't at all what you think, and l've never been a burden to him."

She paused, meeting his sharp stare directly. "Actually, it's you, under the guise of looking out for him,who keeps bringing in women you think are right for him, without thinking about the mess it creates. Aren't you the one causing problems?"

Her words hit Norwood hard.

He felt a sudden tightness in his chest, as if he couldn't breathe.

In his whole life, his words had been law. No one had ever talked back like this.

He was Nolan's grandfather-wasn't it his right to guide him?

"You!." he fumed, stumbling over his words in sheer rage.

Just then, Nolan, who had sensed something was wrong, returned and stepped into the living room.

Seeing Nolan seemed to give Norwood an outlet for his fury. His hand trembled as he pointed at Eleanor."Look at her! This is who you've chosen! And she has the audacity to say I'm the problem. She'll be the death of me!"

And then, just like that, his vision blurred and he collapsed backward.

"Grandpa!" Nolan shouted, rushing forward. He caught Norwood carefully and gently lowered him onto the sofa.

"Call his private doctor," he ordered at once, and a nearby maid hurried off to make the call.

Eleanor, on the other hand, froze for a moment. She hadn't expected Norwood to actually pass out from anger."Uh,1-"she started, but Nolan shook his head, signaling her to stay silent.

She immediately swallowed back her words, and the room fell into a tense silence.