Chapter 1397


    Eleanor watched the scene unfold before her and felt an overwhelming sense of pity for Sophie. Her


    life was a tragedy wrapped in a series of fatal missteps: first, she had inadvertently caused the death of


    Dominic, the man who loved her, then she failed to cherish Mr. Ben; and finally, she had directly caused


    the death of her own father, the only man who truly cared for her.


    Sophie had been living a charmed life. If only she had been a bit kinder, she could have been the


    happiest woman in the world. But she was fixated on things she could get, and ultimately, she ended


    up losing everything.


    If Sophie had only realized this, she wouldn’t have been so twisted to the extent of ming Eleanor for


    all her woes. It was her stubborn fixation on her desires that had led to her downfall.


    But what she couldn’t fathom was why Yates had broken his promise. She wasn’t foolish; she knew


    there had to be a reason. It hit her in a moment of quiet reflection.


    Yates had set terms with them, stating that as long as they didn’t mention anything about Bernard in


    front of Eleanor, he would spare their lives. His true intention was to calm the waters, to keep them


    from spilling secrets that could turn Eleanor against him.


    Once theyplied, Yates tampered with the game, providing them with clues to navigate the first six


    rounds sessfully. They let their guards down, and that’s when he struck.


    Yates wanted to kill them, and Sophie surmised it must be because of the way Cameron had treated


    his daughter and granddaughter. He was never going to let them live.


    Fully understanding Yates’ motives, Sophie realized she was marked for death as well.


    If Yates had trapped her and there was no escape, then she might as well burn all bridges and turn him


    against Eleanor!


    If she couldn’t live, neither would they have peace!


    With that thought, Sophie lifted her head to the surveince camera and began to speak volumes, but


    suddenly the audio failed, and Eleanor couldn’t make out a word.


    “These darn systems have been glitchytely,”ined a man in ck as he furiously typed at the


    control panel.


    Eleanor couldn’t decipher the code on the screens; she could only fix her gaze on Sophie in the


    monitor, wondering what she was saying.


    Eleanor was about to rise and go down to interrogate Sophie when the man in ck eximed, “Not


    again! Another glitch!”


    Right after his exmation, the floor beneath Sophie opened, and in the blink of an eye, she


    plummeted down.


    She fell into a pit of snakes, not more than a few feet from where Camerony, a mere skeleton, while


    she was still freshly bleeding.


    “What are you doing?!” Yates’ voice thundered, reprimanding the man in ck, while Sophie’s


    agonizing screams echoed through the


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    monitor.


    Her screams were so haunting, they reminded Eleanor of Sophie’s words, “Watch your karma, or it’ll


    come back on your unborn child!”


    She wasn’t the murderer, but for some reason, those words reverberated in her mind.


    Feeling uneasy, Eleanor clutched her belly and stood up quickly.


    Yates was calling out to her, but she couldn’t hear him; she just kept walking, moving faster and faster.


    It wasn’t until she fell into Peterson’s arms that she stopped, steadying her mind and looking up at him.


    Peterson had be much more silent and somber since entering Area Opaca, his usual gentle smile


    gone. He was burdened with so much but never let it show in front of Eleanor. He steadied her with his


    arms and said softly, “You’re carrying a child. Walk slowly; don’t fall.”


    Looking at Peterson, who had given her hints before, Eleanor still trusted him. “I’m craving something


    spicy. Could you get some for me?”


    Peterson knew Eleanor usually preferred tangy vors and rarely ate spicy food, so he frowned slightly.


    “Spicy foods can be tough on the stomach. If Grandpa finds out, he’ll have words for you. Maybe you


    should go easy on it.”


    Eleanor quickly grabbed his sleeve and whispered, “I just want a little spice right now. Can you get it for


    me? I’ll hide in the control room to eat, so Grandpa won’t find out.”


    The control room was devoid of surveince and listening devices. Eleanor was clearly seeking an


    excuse to get him to talk privately. Realizing her intent, Peterson hesitated. His grandfather had warned


    him not to interfere again, or he would face severe consequences. Seeing his hesitation, Eleanor


    tugged at his sleeve and gave it a gentle shake. “Peterson, it’s just a little spicy food. Please help me


    out.” All she wanted to know was why Yates hadn’t openly taken out Sophie, but waited until she had


    spoken. There was clearly more to the story.


    She suspected Yates was keeping secrets, and the only person who could help her uncover them was


    the very Peterson standing before her…


    “Peterson.” Her soft calls eventually warmed Peterson’s heart, and he relented. “Go ahead, I’ll find you


    some spicy snacks and bring them to you.”