CHAPTER 867: CHAPTER 867: ARE YOU WILLING TO COME WITH ME?

Eleanor Sterling stepped forward and slowly squatted in front of Elara.

Elara gritted her teeth and said, "Do whatever you want, kill me or cut me up!"

She was prepared for death, ever since she was captured just now.

Eleanor Sterling gently whispered, "We heard your conversation with Franklin Faulkner just now. I know your identity. I am good friends with the head of the Quincy Family. I won’t kill you."

Elara was taken aback and looked up at Eleanor Sterling, seemingly surprised that she would spare her.

After all, she was Franklin Faulkner’s disciple. No matter the deep grudge between her and Franklin Faulkner, she was in an adversarial position to Eleanor Sterling.

Eleanor Sterling took her hand and said, "Stand up."

Elara slowly stood up. Just now, Franklin Faulkner had gripped her throat, leaving several finger marks on her neck.

Eleanor Sterling clearly saw into her eyes, so clear and pristine, untainted by the slightest malice.

Eleanor had just heard about Elara’s identity from Alaric Faulkner.

Unexpectedly, she had endured alongside Franklin Faulkner for so many years, a truly resilient and outstanding girl.

She managed to hold them off by herself, a courage not many possess.

"Do you want to return to the Quincy Family? I can arrange for someone to take you back."

Elara lowered her head, her expression disheartened.

Her father had died. Even if she returned, there was no home for her. That place only brought her sadness. She didn’t want to go back to face it.

"I don’t want to go back. Can I stay here? I can work! I can fight, I can make poisons."

Eleanor Sterling couldn’t help but smile.

She didn’t need bodyguards here, nor did she need poison makers. She wasn’t Franklin Faulkner, requiring Elara for such tasks.

Eleanor Sterling softly said, "I don’t have a suitable position for you here."

Elara lowered her eyes. If she didn’t stay here, she didn’t know where else she could go.

That’s why she was bent on seeking death just now. Having no ties, death seemed the best release for her. Yet this lady saved her and kindly offered to take her back to the Quincy Family.

Eleanor Sterling looked at Elara and softened.

She touched her own belly; she had two sons. If she had a daughter, would she be like Elara?

No, Alaric Faulkner would surely spoil their daughter to the heavens, so their daughter wouldn’t be as cold as Elara.

After some thought, Eleanor asked, "Do you really want to stay with the Faulkner Family?"

Elara nodded firmly, "Yes."

Eleanor extended her hand to her and said, "Though there’s no position here for you, I can create one for you. Would you like to follow me?"

Hope shone in Elara’s eyes.

Of course, she was willing.

Elara slowly extended her arm, placing it in Eleanor’s palm, and Eleanor grasped her hand tightly.

"Let’s go, we’re heading out."

Alaric Faulkner glanced at Elara, unconcerned about the young girl being a spy. Eleanor Sterling wanted to keep her in the Faulkner Family, and he agreed with her decision.

Elara looked at Eleanor Sterling, her heart moved.

The hand holding hers felt so warm, and it carried a faint fragrance that calmed her soul.

"Your name is Elara, right?"

Elara nodded, "Yes."

"You can call me Aunt Eleanor."

Elara lowered her eyes, hesitated a bit, then timidly called out, "Aunt Eleanor."

Eleanor Sterling patted her head, "Good girl."