Chapter 357: Chapter 357

Seeing Eleanor Sterling’s face, Mrs. Jennings was taken aback for a moment. Soon after, her eyes filled with heartache, "What happened to your face?"

Eleanor Sterling coughed lightly, "An allergy." Newest update provided by NoveI[F]ire.net

Mrs. Jennings reached out to touch her cheek and sighed.

At this moment, her eyes were no longer as apathetic as before, but shone with a bit of light, like a parched traveler in the desert spotting a source of water.

"What’s wrong with my body?" she suddenly asked.

Eleanor Sterling smiled softly, "You aren’t seriously ill. If anything, it’s a disease of the mind born from too much worry."

That’s why so many doctors couldn’t cure Mrs. Jennings—it’s not that their skills were lacking, but that her illness was rooted in her heart.

An ailment of the heart requires a remedy of the heart.

Mrs. Jennings of course knew what her ailment was. It was her longing to see her daughter that caused her suffering.

Suddenly, she felt a cool sensation on her wrist and looked down.

Upon seeing the heartfelt bracelet on Eleanor Sterling’s wrist, Mrs. Jennings became excited.

Eleanor Sterling spoke, "This bracelet is called ’Heartfelt’, Madam, do you recognize it?"

She deliberately asked this, hoping Mrs. Jennings would mention her mother on her own.

"Recognize it! Of course, I do. It was designed by my daughter herself."

Eleanor Sterling remained calm, "Madam, can you tell me about your daughter? Why does missing her make you ill?"

Perhaps because Eleanor Sterling’s features so closely resembled Jeanette Jennings’, Mrs. Jennings felt like she had a place to release all her emotions, leaving nothing hidden.

She fell into her memories, a faint smile appearing at the corner of her lips.

"She was a remarkably talented woman, the leading lady among Aethelgard’s ten socialites. The queue of suitors for her stretched beyond Veridia City."

It was the first time Eleanor Sterling was hearing such detailed stories about her mother.

Her face was serious, as Mrs. Jennings recalled and spoke, her pace wasn’t fast, intermittent, and Eleanor Sterling did not rush her.

Mrs. Jennings’ expression suddenly turned sad, "Then? Then she became unmarried and pregnant!"

Inside, Eleanor Sterling thought: So it is.

After a pause, Mrs. Jennings continued, "Our Jennings Family naturally couldn’t tolerate it. Unfortunately, she refused to reveal who that person was, and ultimately, after a big argument with the family, she disappeared."

Eleanor Sterling lowered her eyes. Her mother left Aethelgard after a conflict with the Jennings Family due to an unmarried pregnancy.

But the word "disappearance" from Mrs. Jennings proved she also didn’t know who Eleanor’s father was, causing Eleanor a tinge of regret.

Her plan to find her father was thwarted again.

Is she only left with that so-called legacy item to rely on? How could she search among the vast sea of people?

"I kept you here because your features bear such a resemblance to hers. Ever since she left Aethelgard, we haven’t seen each other again."

Eleanor Sterling’s eyes flickered, asking, "What if she’s already dead?"

Tears filled Mrs. Jennings’ eyes. How could she not have considered that possibility? It was because she couldn’t see her daughter one last time that worry turned into a heart ailment for her.

She sighed heavily, "Jeanette was stubborn, just like her father. Her health wasn’t great back then.

Managing to give birth took a toll on her body. We wanted her to terminate the pregnancy, but she insisted on having the child, which is why she left home.

If she did successfully give birth, I’m afraid it wouldn’t have ended well.

I don’t know where that child is now, or how they are doing, or if she had already dealt with the child herself."

Eleanor Sterling saw Mrs. Jennings in deep longing and, after some consideration, spoke.

"Madam Jennings, that child..."