The Reborn Wife Of The Tyrant CEO
Chapter 426 - 422

Chapter 426: Chapter 422

I found myself at a loss for words.

There was a time I was hopelessly in love with Damon, so much so that nobody could talk me out of it. Even when Damon explicitly told me he didn’t fancy me, I held onto the belief that time would reveal true feelings.

Could it be that Jones’s feelings for me were just like mine for Damon all those years ago?

That would be disastrous. How could I face it?

After all, I’m not Damon. I couldn’t be that heartless.

"Hmm?" Jones prompted, noticing my silence. "Why aren’t you answering?"

It wasn’t that I didn’t want to answer, I just couldn’t.

Serena and Brandon seemed to sense my discomfort, crying in unison. Seizing the opportunity to escape, I went to check on them. As suspected, they needed a diaper change.

After swiftly changing their diapers, my phone, which was sitting on the table, started ringing.

Jones glanced at the caller ID before handing it to me. "It’s your friend."

I took the phone, expecting to see Luna or one of the others. To my surprise, it was Zoe.

I hadn’t heard from Zoe in a long time. I didn’t expect her to reach out. She had disappeared for a while due to her father’s sudden illness. I wasn’t aware of what had happened since.

I answered the call.

"Eliana, do you still remember me?" Zoe’s voice wasn’t as vibrant and cheerful as it used to be. Instead, it held a strange melancholy.

"Of course I remember. But we haven’t been in touch for a while. What’s up?" I asked.

"Well, I need a favor." Zoe did indeed have a reason for calling.

I thought it was about Damon, but I was mistaken.

After roughly ten minutes, I understood what Zoe wanted.

Her father, hadn’t fully recovered. His condition was critical, and even seeking treatment abroad hadn’t yielded favorable results. Zoe had heard about Catherine’s reputation and wanted to seek her help.

However, Catherine had returned to her job at a new hospital, still specializing in obstetrics and gynecology, and no longer treating complex diseases privately. Despite Zoe’s multiple attempts to reach out, Catherine remained elusive. Zoe had also approached Damon, but he hadn’t given a definitive response.

This surprised me. Could Damon be so cold-hearted? He wouldn’t even help Zoe, who had been nothing but loyal to him.

"Well..." I hesitated, unsure of what to do. Did she expect me to approach Catherine?

Given Catherine’s animosity towards me, seeking her help would be nothing short of a fool’s errand.

"Eliana, I know this is difficult for you. I’m aware of the situation between Catherine, Damon, and you. Based on her attitude towards you, it’s probably similar to Ariel’s. But I’m desperate." Zoe sighed heavily. "I was hoping you could help me approach..."

I didn’t need Zoe to finish the sentence. I knew what she was implying.

She wanted me to reach out to Damon on her behalf. Since her attempts had been unsuccessful, maybe my intervention could yield different results.

But I couldn’t do it. Back when my family company was still operational, and we were collaborating with her family, I might have agreed to help out of obligation or reason. But now that my family company had been transferred to someone else, I was merely Zoe’s friend with no economic ties. I wouldn’t approach Damon for her.

If I did, I would owe Damon a favor that I could never repay.

"Zoe, I’m sorry. I can’t help you with this." I replied regretfully. "I’ve completely severed ties with Damon. Besides, he has Catherine and their child now. It wouldn’t be right for me to ask him for a favor."

The last time I negotiated with Damon was for Luna’s sake. I couldn’t sit by and do nothing because Luna and I share a deep bond.

There was a moment of silence from Zoe’s end, after which she said, "Okay, I understand your decision. Sorry for bothering you, Eliana."

After hanging up, I felt a bit heavy-hearted, as if I had been too cold-hearted.

But I couldn’t afford to trap myself in a dilemma.

Despite Zoe’s seemingly bold and carefree personality and her seemingly distant relationship with her father, she was actually a very filial person. She was now caught in the emotional bonds between father and daughter, even going so far as to seek help from others.

That phone call disrupted my mood. After eating a bit, I found an excuse to take Serena and Brandon home.

Jones helped me carry Yara back to my place before leaving.

He had always been perceptive, aware that I wasn’t in the best of moods. The question he had asked me earlier was nearly impossible to answer. The answer I had been searching for over the past decade was one he couldn’t find either.

A wave of melancholy washed over me.

Looking down at Serena and Brandon in the car.

"Ms. Brooks, what kind of question is that?" Norah, who had just washed some fruits, spoke up after hearing my mumble. "What child doesn’t need a father? I’ve taken care of many children, and those without fathers always seem to lack something. Especially when they start school and people start asking about their parents. Some even get bullied."

Norah’s words only added to my grief. Was I not aware of this? I was just struggling to find a solution!

I couldn’t choose between Damon and Jones.

Just as I was agonizing over this, Luna’s voice echoed from the yard, "Eliana, I’m back!"

"Luna?" I exclaimed in surprise. Wasn’t she in the city? How did she get back so soon?"

"Where’s my little princess?!" Luna entered the house and immediately started looking for Yara. Upon finding her, she showered her with kisses, her face full of longing.

I watched her in amazement. "Don’t tell me you drove back overnight."

"What else could I do? I called Mitch, and Ariana answered. I set off immediately." Luna’s energy seemed to have been revitalized after her trip to the city. Her spirits were high again, a stark contrast to her previous despondent state. Had the battle with her in-laws over the children invigorated her?

"What brought you here? And where are your two older ones?" I asked.

"Thanks to you, Eliana, the video you took was a game-changer. I showed it to my in-laws, who had always sided with Mitch, thinking I was just misunderstanding him, or being moody. But after seeing the video, they had to accept that their son was in the wrong. They didn’t have a word to say. I took Mia and Quincy to my parents’ house overnight." Luna’s eyes were sparkling with a hint of joy.

There were plenty of men out there, but her kids were her flesh and blood, born at the risk of her own life. She wasn’t about to hand them over so easily.

I breathed a sigh of relief, genuinely happy for her. The only thing left was to see what Ariana would decide today.