CHAPTER 88: CHAPTER 88: ZIA WINSLOW, I NEVER HURT YOU

Adrian Grant lowered his gaze to stare at Eleanor Winslow.

Her face was still pale, but her spirits had lifted a bit. In such moments of tension, her almond-shaped eyes shone vibrantly, making her exceptionally captivating.

"Zia Winslow, I never mentioned divorce." Adrian reasoned with her.

Eugene Winslow was listening from the side, and it finally clicked for him. In disbelief, he asked Yvonne Vance, "What did you just say? Mia, she... she..."

He had always been worried about Eleanor and Adrian’s divorce affecting the company’s business, cutting off the family’s financial resources. But it turned out that Mia Winslow had always coveted Adrian, and his wife even seemed to support it!

No wonder Eleanor wanted a divorce, no wonder... It turns out he was the only one kept in the dark!

The more Eugene thought about it, the angrier he became.

Eleanor was quite pleased with Eugene’s reaction and laughed softly.

The laughter was cold, with a hint of mockery, yet there was a trace of happiness: "Dad, if you can’t bear to lose Adrian as your son-in-law, I’m not your only daughter, right?"

Eugene sneakily glanced at Adrian, whose face was icy cold.

Just one look was all it took for Eugene, as a man himself, to understand: Adrian would never marry Mia Winslow, not even considering it from the start!

Eugene immediately said, "Eleanor, you’ve misunderstood this matter. Mia just grew up with Adrian; they’re just good friends. Don’t be impulsive about matters of the heart; marriage isn’t child’s play, so how can you divorce so easily?"

The goal of exposing Mia Winslow’s little scheme had been achieved, and Eleanor was disinclined to engage with Eugene.

"Auntie Vance, if you believe I’m the reason for Mia Winslow’s injury, you’d better call the police directly." Eleanor didn’t want to waste more time with them and closed her eyes to feign sleep, "I’m tired, please leave."

"You—! Eleanor, do you think I don’t dare call the police? I’ll just—"

Yvonne Vance pulled out her phone on the spot, but before she could dial, Adrian stopped her with a single glance.

Adrian looked at her blandly but with an intensity that was terrifyingly oppressive.

Yvonne’s lips moved, but she was unable to speak.

"What are you doing!" Eugene took Yvonne’s phone away, scolding her, "Are you trying to make things worse?"

Before leaving, Eugene dutifully reminded Eleanor to rest well, obviously trying to play the role of a good father in front of Adrian.

Yvonne left resentfully, dragging Jude Winslow along, determined not to let her son curry favor with Eleanor.

"Adrian Grant, you should leave too." Eleanor spoke again.

Adrian sat on the sofa, pretending not to hear Eleanor’s words.

Eleanor stared at him for a few seconds, puzzled: "Adrian Grant, why have you suddenly become so clingy?"

The man’s gaze shifted from his phone screen to Eleanor’s face, his brow slightly raised, clearly disapproving of Eleanor’s words, finding them baffling.

Gazing at the ceiling, Eleanor helped him recall, "Before, Mia Winslow could call you away from my bed with just an excuse of a sore hand. Why have you suddenly changed? Not only not holding me accountable for Mia Winslow’s injury but also supporting and protecting me, it surprises me."

That phrase "surprises me" was full of Eleanor’s trademark sarcasm.

"Eleanor, you know very well this time it wasn’t you who pushed Mia." Adrian noticed her blanket had slipped and gently tucked her in, "I knew it too."

"You... you said what?" What else did he know?

Eleanor looked at him, shocked, her eyes full of wariness.

"Zia, don’t look at me like that." Adrian raised his hand to block her eyes, with a helpless sigh, "I wasn’t wanting to harm you."

Eleanor pushed him away, and the pain from her bandaged wound made her gasp.

"Eleanor! Can’t you settle down a bit!"

"Adrian Grant, what do you know?"

"You installed micro-cameras in The Winslow Family’s living room," Adrian raised her hand to inspect it, ensuring there was no bleeding, "If discovered, this will be more evidence that could land you in court."

Installing cameras in someone else’s house is an invasion of privacy. But since part of the Winslow villa belonged to Eleanor, her actions were in a gray area.

Eleanor stared at him, biting her lip in denial.

The micro-camera had been discreetly hidden by her in an antique ornament when she had visited the Winslow home earlier. Eugene Winslow wouldn’t allow others to handle the antique, so it was safe. Even if accidentally found, there were no fingerprints left behind, so it couldn’t be traced back to her.

Adrian pulled up the video he had just watched on his phone, clearly showing the footage of Mia rushing towards Eleanor that morning!

But, the angle was from an overhead view, not from where she had placed the micro-camera!

"You... you installed cameras in The Winslow Family’s house?" Eleanor was incredulous.

"Your dad agreed to it." As if to prevent Eleanor from arguing further, Adrian asked bluntly, "Do you want to see the footage of you placing the micro-camera?"

"Why install cameras? To watch Mia Winslow?"

"What are you thinking?" Adrian couldn’t help but tap Eleanor’s forehead.

The last time Eleanor was wronged when she returned to the Winslow home, Eugene sought reconciliation with Adrian and, as a gesture of goodwill, agreed to let Adrian install cameras in the Winslow hall to prevent Eleanor from being wronged again—clearly, Eugene hadn’t informed Yvonne and Mia.

When Adrian received Eleanor’s call, he hadn’t expected she’d call him while injured, severely injured, thinking it was just another usual tussle with Mia.

"When Mia charged over, why didn’t you dodge?" Adrian set the phone aside and asked suddenly.

Eleanor’s eyelashes fluttered slightly.

Adrian saw through it.

"Adrian Grant, this is my business." Eleanor indeed could’ve dodged, but she wanted to gamble.

Gambling that Mia Winslow was eager for another chance to frame her!

She had been too young before, unguarded against Mia, unable to defend herself.

So this time, she intended to lure her into a trap!

Once someone is caught lying, the public won’t easily believe them the next time, no matter the truth of the second instance.

Eleanor looked towards Adrian, her gaze cold: "So, would Young Master Grant speak for Mia Winslow? You also saw, she came at me first, she caused my injury, and even acted like a mad dog."

"Eleanor, you can set a trap, but—" Adrian began slowly.

Eleanor’s pupils trembled, her breath quickened, instinctively thinking Adrian would use this against her.

Unexpectedly, he said, "You shouldn’t take risks with yourself."

As she exhaled, Eleanor stood there dumbfounded.

Adrian Grant... was he really saying this?

"You..." Eleanor looked at him, puzzled by his actions, "Have you fallen for someone else? Do you still like Mia Winslow?"