Byran, driven by curiosity, said, âIâm gonna sneak upstairs for a look.â
Carlos tried to stop him. âI think youâd better stay in your room, donât bother Balfour.â
Byran shrugged him off. âDonât worry! I just wanna eavesdrop a bit to see if Balfour is talking to someone I know. He wonât notice.â
Carlos wanted to stop him, but Byran was too quick Upstairs, in Balfourâs room.
Balfour had just peeled an orange and gently offered it to the girl in his room. âEllinor, would you like an orange?â
Ellinor dismissed it with a wave of her hand. âThanks, but Iâm not hungry.â
Balfour looked a bit disappointed but didnât get angry. He put the orange on the table and offered her a glass of milk instead. âHow about a little milk?â
Ellinor accepted the milk but didnât drink it and put it back on the table. âMr. Howard, you donât have to be so polite.â
Balfour sighed. âIâm not being polite; Iâm just concerned about you.â
Ellinor stared at him, her eyes icy. âWell, thanks for the concern and for coming to pick me up.â
འའâ ོ༢ âYou donât have to be polite with me. Iâm glad you turned to me when you needed help.â
Actually, Ellinor didnât want to.
But when Theo trapped her in the car and didnât let her go, there was no one she could think of that could stand up to Theo.
If she asked Chase, Ida, or Bartlett for help, they wouldnât be able to do much.
Theo wouldnât let her go just because of them.
She didnât know what to do, so she thought of Balfour.
Although Theo and Balfour didnât get along, he did respect Balfour a bit.
And she was sure that if she called Balfour, he would come.
So, when Theo wasnât looking, she secretly sent Balfour a message, asking him to pick her up and sending him her location.
Balfour came quickly.
Theo didnât seem to react when he saw that it was Balfour.
After a few words between the two men, Theo let her go with Balfour.
However, she just wanted Balfour to pick her up and then take her home or leave her somewhere where she could hail a cab.
But Balfour insisted on taking her back to the Howard familyâs residence.
âMr. Howard, you brought me to your house, but it doesnât seem like thereâs anything important. Itâs getting late; I should go home. My friends will be worried if they canât find me.â Ellinor frowned, looking somewhat displeased.
Balfour stared at her intently. âThis is your home; you should rest here. Your room is taken care of every day, so you can move right in.â
Ellinor looked resistant. âIâm sorry, I only asked you for a favor, I didnât plan on staying at your house.â
Balfour gently held her shoulder, stopping her from getting up. âEllinor, you could go into labor at any moment. I can only rest easy if youâre within my sight.â
âI live with my friends; if anything happens, they will take me to the hospital immediately. Mr. Howard, I appreciate your kind intentions, but itâs not appropriate for me, an outsider, to stay at your house.â
Balfour stared at her with a pained expression. âEllinor, how can you say youâre an outsider? Our grandparents and our father have been thinking about you and looking for you for many years.â