Once a Doormat Now Untouchable (Caleb and Sydney) novel Chapter 314

**Chapter 314**

On the other end of the line, the sound of a phone hitting the floor echoed like a thunderclap, a testament to pure rage.

Eloise brought her palm down hard on the dining table, the force of it resonating through the air like a gunshot. Her jaw clenched so tightly that she could feel the strain in her molars, turning them a stark white. “Julian just threw a little celebration party for her, and she genuinely believes she’s made some remarkable progress with that drug? And now she won’t even pick up my calls?”

This morning had brought with it a revelation that left her seething. Sydney had finalized her divorce from Caleb. The girl had deceived her once before, and now, this fresh betrayal? It was infuriating.

Fueled by anger, Eloise had swiftly reached out to the Wolfen family, setting up a meeting for Sydney and Eric at noon. She was determined to see her married off without delay.

But who could have anticipated such audacity? Not only did Sydney disregard Jason’s call, but she had also hung up on Eloise. Where did she summon such boldness?

Jason, equally taken aback by Sydney’s blatant defiance, ventured a theory. “Could it be that Mr. Sterling is supporting her now, giving her the courage to act out like this?”

“Julian supporting her?” Eloise let out a derisive laugh, a sound tinged with disbelief. “She’s divorced! He left her once before, and you really think he’d show her any kindness now that she’s alone?”

Her intentions were clear: she was merely arranging a marriage for Sydney, not plotting to take away her life.

Jason hesitated, his brow furrowed in contemplation. “Should I try calling her again, perhaps—”

“Don’t waste your breath.” Eloise’s gaze turned icy, her resolve hardening. “Find out where she is.”

As long as they could track her down before noon, the marriage would be a done deal.

After finishing breakfast and changing into a fresh outfit, Sydney’s phone buzzed with an incoming call from James.

“Dr. Wilson, my family is all settled now,” he said, his tone polite and respectful. “I was wondering if you might have some time today to start my mother’s treatment?”

“I need to head to the hospital now,” he said, his trust in her evident. “I’ll leave my mother’s care in your capable hands.”

Just then, James emerged from the house, his demeanor composed and welcoming. “Dr. Wilson is here?”

He approached her with a courteous smile, gesturing for her to enter. “Please come in. I’ve already prepared everything you mentioned over the phone.”

Sydney had provided him with a concise list: a bright, airy room, a bed no wider than four feet, and sterilized alcohol swabs.

“Good,” she affirmed, nodding as she followed him inside, her mind already focused on the task ahead.

As they passed through the foyer, Sydney caught a glimpse of Florence speaking softly to a maid. “Along with the fruit platter, prepare some little pastries too. The young lady will probably enjoy those.”

A wave of warmth washed over Sydney, filling her chest with a bittersweet ache. If only her own mother hadn’t perished in that tragic accident, perhaps she too would have remembered the little things, the tender details of what her daughter cherished to eat.