Ellinor, not in the mood to explain, retorted, âMr. Howard, seems like youâre fine with Patricia marrying into the Blanchet family, thatâs had beef with yours before?â Balfourâs expression screamed helplessness as he answered, âFrom a family perspective, I obviously wouldnât want them together because Iâd be roasted by the elders. But Patricia is head over heels for Theo; she canât go on without him I can only do my best to protect her wishes and ensure her happiness. I wonât allow anybody to threaten Patriciaâs happiness and safety, and I wonât be polite about it either Ms. Mendoza, I hope you get that.â
Ellinor looked at Balfour, a slight smile tugging at her lips. âAlright, I got it Patricia is lucky to have a brother like youâ
Balfour didnât care if Ellinorâs praise was genuine or fake, he just hoped she understood to steer clear of Theo and not mess with Patricia and Theoâs relationship His love for Patricia included the feelings he had for missing Pearl Howard, two forms of affection wrapped into one.
Not being able to protect his mother and Pearl fifteen years ago was a lifelong regret.
So he couldnât stomach Patricia suffering any form of harm.
Especially Ellinor, who always seemed to hurt Patricia. He couldnât stand her.
After Ellinor emerged from behind the bookshelf, her position was different than when she came in.
At that moment, she was standing by Balfourâs desk, and from that angle, she could see some of the items on his desk.
She didnât intend to peek at his stuff, but with a casual glance, she saw a photo in a frame on his desk.
She was instantly frozen.
The photo in the frame was of a beaming woman holding a toddler girl, with a boy around ten standing beside them, all three laughing heartily at the camera.
The beautiful woman in the photo looked familiar, likeâ¦her mother.
The womanâs features were strikingly similar to Ellinorâs memory of her mother.
In her dreams and memories, the fuzzy shadow of her mother finally became clear.
Ellinorâs heart raced and her eyes turned red.
Balfour noticed something was off, he shot Ellinor a warning look, then followed her gaze to the photo frame on his desk. He furrowed his brows and turned his most precious photo around, away from her sight.
âMs. Mendoza, you may leave now! Quinton, show our guest out!â
âYes!â
As Quinton entered in response, he gave Ellinor a look, then reported an urgent matter to Balfour, âMr.
Howard, thereâs a problem with our client in Arabia.â
âWhatâs the problem?â Balfour looked up seriously âThe previous translator wasnât up to par, a lot of technical terms werenât accurately translated and the client is very unhappy about this; theyâve already let the translator go. saying they donât want to see him again.â
Balfour knitted his brows. The mineral cooperation with Arabia was very important.
âThen find another professional translator for the client!â
The problem that bothered Quinton was exactly this Tve already looked through the talent pool of Arabic professionals! No one who could get here quickly meets our standards. And those who do arenât in Greenhaven, they canât get here quickly. Now that things are so messy, the clients are pissed and are pushing to leave immediately.â
Balfourâs brows were knitted tightly, this was indeed a thorny problem, and a rare trace of anxiety appeared on his usually calm face.
Ellinor raised an eyebrow and said, âIf you canât find a suitable translator, I can give it a shot!â