Chapter 237: Chapter 237

Seeing Martin Sterling’s eagerness for him to get a divorce, George Sterling responded coldly, "Even if I’m raising someone else’s daughter, it’s none of your business."

Unwilling to accept this, Martin Sterling said, "How is it not my business? How can the Sterling family inheritance go to an outsider? It should be mine..."

Before he could finish, George Sterling interrupted him.

"The major businesses of the Sterling Family now were secured by Faye Sterling through the Faulkner Family. Without her, the Sterling Family wouldn’t be so prosperous. You should be grateful."

Hearing this, Martin Sterling was momentarily speechless.

Indeed, Faye Sterling used her future position as the Faulkner Family’s matriarch to secure many orders for the Sterling Family.

After saying this, George Sterling stood up and headed to the room, looking as if he had aged ten years in an instant.

The Old Master Sterling spoke, "Since the decision has been made, let’s leave it at that."

He also stood up and left.

Seeing the matter was settled, Martin Sterling and Chelsea Sterling also left together without lingering.

Eleanor Sterling gazed at Rosalie Ray with a deep look, having to once more admire her capability in convincing George Sterling despite everything.

Noticing Eleanor’s gaze, a burst of hatred surged through Rosalie Ray’s eyes.

The words she spoke to George Sterling earlier were the anger that had been suppressed in her heart for many years.

Upon discovering the truth back then, she was extremely unwilling and thus resented Jeanette Jennings. After her death, the hatred could only be directed towards Eleanor Sterling.

Seeing Rosalie Ray’s expression, Eleanor Sterling spoke, "Mrs. Ray, why are you looking at me like that? It’s not like I caused your divorce."

Though she said this, Eleanor knew that Rosalie’s hatred was not limited to her alone but was mostly directed at her mother.

Keeping Rosalie Ray and Faye Sterling around was also Eleanor’s way of uncovering her mother’s secrets.

Whatever the remaining legacy was.

But now, seeing the situation, it seemed unlikely Rosalie would ever tell her. Still, she might as well try probing.

Eleanor Sterling picked up her teacup, masking her expression as she took a light sip before putting it down.

Faye Sterling was extremely agitated; her current status was too awkward and embarrassing.

Dammit! It should have been Eleanor Sterling and her bastard child who were disgraced, not her!

Eleanor looked at Faye and said, "Faye Sterling, even if the Sterling Family publicly announces the test was fake, it won’t appease Mrs. Faulkner’s anger."

At Eleanor’s words, Faye glared at her, her face contorted with rage as she spat, "Even if I’m exposed for this, don’t think you can enter the Faulkner Family!"

Eleanor, calm and composed, smiled, "Whether I enter the Faulkner Family isn’t your concern. You should worry if you can still hold on to your position as Mrs. Faulkner."

Faye’s face was full of fury, glaring at Eleanor with hatred, wishing she could peel her skin and tear her apart.

Eleanor changed the subject, saying unhurriedly, "I can help you get the test results annulled."

At these words, Faye was stunned, mumbling, "How can you annul it... No way! That thing online was really you!"

Slowly realizing, if Eleanor could annul the parentage test, then she must have been the one to switch the results.

Eleanor smiled faintly without denying it.

Faye trembled with rage, "Eleanor Sterling! I’ll kill you!"

She charged at Eleanor in anger, but Eleanor seemed prepared, swiftly sidestepping, causing Faye to miss her target.

With a thud, she fell heavily to the ground.

Faye grimaced in pain, the fury in her heart reaching its peak.

"Eleanor Sterling, even as a ghost, I won’t let you go!"

Seeing this, Rosalie rushed forward to help Faye up, speaking with concern, "Faye, are you alright?" Google seaʀᴄh N0veI.Fiɾe.net

Faye rubbed the sore spot, glaring maliciously at Eleanor.

It was all that bitch Eleanor’s fault, humiliating her in public and bringing her to this state.

Coldly looking down at her, Eleanor sneered, "No need to be so angry. If Mrs. Ray hadn’t done those things, no matter how I framed you, it would be useless."

She smiled at Rosalie Ray, saying, "Right, Mrs. Ray?"

Rosalie gritted her teeth, feeling a surge in her chest as her hatred for Eleanor deepened.

One day, she would destroy this little bitch!

Eleanor continued, "Faye Sterling, think carefully. I’m the only one who can help you now."

Faye replied, "You wouldn’t help me out of kindness. What do you want? Seeking revenge for that bastard who was killed?"

She said this deliberately, trying to provoke Eleanor. After all, Eleanor didn’t know the child she had was secretly Caleb Faulkner.

Eleanor looked at the mother-daughter duo of Rosalie and Faye with a face full of coldness, an air of malevolence surrounding her.

Taking a deep breath, Eleanor suppressed her inner rage.

"Faye Sterling, our enmity is irreconcilable, it will never be resolved!"

Anyway, there was no sisterly bond between them. Since they were tearing off the facade, they might as well do it thoroughly.

Her daughter, who came into the world not even having a chance to see it properly, was killed by Faye Sterling.

How could such a grudge be easily forgiven?

As long as she acquired what she wanted, she could completely deal with Faye Sterling and avenge her daughter’s death.

Seeing Eleanor’s overflowing hatred, Faye suddenly laughed.

Eleanor didn’t know that her son had been stolen by her; she probably still thought Faye had killed her child back then.

Knowing Eleanor was having a hard time brought her immense joy.

She should forever be immersed in the agony of losing her child, unable to find solace!

Thinking this, Faye felt her mood improve, and the anger over her exposed parentage wasn’t as strong.

"Hahaha, it was such a pity that the OB-GYN director lied to me back then, only killing one of your children. Anyway, it’s a bastard of an unknown father. I think it should’ve died too!"

As Faye laughed arrogantly, suddenly a pair of hands clamped around her neck.

She instantly couldn’t breathe, desperately flailing at Eleanor’s hands.

Eleanor’s eyes were bloodied, her gaze slick with murderous intent, "Faye Sterling, you deserve to die!"

Previously pricked by Eleanor with a needle, Faye found herself unable to move, now only able to stare wide-eyed, unable to resist at all.

Rosalie tried to help, but inexplicably, her hand hurt, and she lost her strength.

"What have you done to me?"

Eleanor looked at Rosalie with a deep gaze and said, "Give me my mother’s legacy, and I’ll let Faye go."

Faye wanted to resist, to hit Eleanor, but she didn’t understand why she couldn’t move.

She could only resemble a fish out of water, breathless, on the brink of death.

Rosalie’s expression was cautious, shaking her head as she said, "What legacy? Your mother left none."

Eleanor frowned, how could there be no legacy? There has to be one, hidden by Rosalie!

She tightened her grip, Faye’s face turning even redder, whimpering as she pleaded with Rosalie for help.

Yet Rosalie seemed blind to it, stubbornly denying any legacy.

Eleanor’s eyes glinted coldly, finally, before Faye ran out of air, she loosened her grip.

Killing Faye wasn’t worth the cost of herself.