Bearing His Child, Burying My Heart novel Chapter 12

In the past ten years, Elliott's grandfather had treated Moirawith respect and care. Out of duty, out of sentiment, she decided to go.

Setting aside the grievances between herself and Elliott, Moirarushed back to the Stone family estate overnight.

Lying weakly in bed, the old man was now a shadow of his former self. His once-sharp eyes were clouded with sorrow.

"Daniella, I have wronged you. The Stone family has wronged you."

When Moiramarried Elliott, she was young and naive. But Elliott's grandfather, having fought in the business world for a lifetime, knew very well how unfair that contract had been.

He had cut off all other possibilities in her life, luring her to sign the contract, burying her happiness in this golden cage.

Moiraremained silent for a moment before finally speaking. "I don't blame you. Back then, it was my choice, and I made it willingly. I don't blame anyone."

"I spoiled Elliott too much."

"No matter what happens to him in the future, he brought it upon himself. I don't dare hope for you to return to his side. I only ask that, if he is in dire straits, you at least give him a meal."

The lawyer beside him handed Moiraa contract. Elliott's grandfather had prepared to transfer most of his shares and assets into her name.

He even entrusted her with the company's future. The only thing left for Elliott was a villa and a small number of shares.

Moirashook her head with a faint smile. "Grandfather, this responsibility is too great for me. I can't bear it."

"More importantly, I've already spent ten years of my life on Elliott. For the rest of my days, I just want to live for myself and never be entangled with him again."

Elliott's grandfather truly doted on his grandson, even at his deathbed, still thinking of paving the way for him. Even if it meant sacrificing someone else's life, he didn't care.

But Moirahad long outgrown her weakness. She would not be swayed by Elliott's sweet words nor deceived by the old man's gestures of goodwill.

She understood now—every so-called gift of fate comes with a hidden price tag.

Seeing Daniella's resolve, Elliott's grandfather let out a heavy cough. Elliott also became agitated.

He looked at Moirawith reddened eyes, wanting to speak, but was silenced by a wave of his grandfather's hand.

Moirabowed to him, unwilling to stay any longer. As she reached the door, she heard the helpless and heartbroken scolding of Elliott's grandfather.

"Give up. Elliott."

"The wealth of the Stone family cannot buy her return."

"You've gone too far."

Moiraremained unmoved. Amidst his anguished cries, she called for a taxi.

In the rearview mirror, she caught a glimpse of Elliott still kneeling on the ground, collapsing in despair. She told the driver to drive.

No hesitation. No looking back.

Three months later, Elliott had reduced the number of times he came to find Daniella.

During this period, he would either wait outside her office building or block the entrance to her apartment.

Moiracouldn't stand it anymore, so she decided to take a trip to clear her mind.

It was the perfect opportunity to get away from him for a while.

She quickly applied for vacation from work, booked a stay at Moonlight Manor, and packed her bags, ready to set off.

Moirahad heard that it was a private vacation villa area with beautiful scenery.

She planned to stay there for a little while.

But to her surprise, after arriving, she ended up getting lost...