Chapter 809
Balfour’s eyes turned serious, like there was no room for negotiation.
Patricia, although she’d been spoiled since childhood, still got a little scared when Balfour got all stern.
“Balfour, you’ve gotta treat Ellinor well, okay? Don’t lose your cool just because she accidentally wandered into Pearl’s room and broke Pearl’s favorite music box. I’m off to check on Baber.”
After reminding Balfour, Patricia took off, but things didn’t turn out quite as she’d hoped.
Once Patricia left, Ellinor didn’t feel like sticking around either. She murmured, “Mr. Howard, I’m sorry for going where I shouldn’t have in your house. I’l show myself out, but I didn’t break that music box”
With that, she made to leave. But Balfour raised a hand to stop her.
Ellinor paused, frowning, “So, what’s the deal? You’re gonna punish me for trespassing?”
Balfour just closed the door, preventing her from leaving.
“Ellinor, this room is indeed off–limits to outsiders in the Howard family. But you’re allowed in because this was your room when you were little. I won’t blame you or punish you. I’m glad you’re back.”
Ellinor paused, then let out a sarcastic laugh.
She had figured it out. Because of the music from the music box and the flashbacks, she’d sensed this room was related to her.
Balfour handed her the broken music box, “This was your favorite music box when you were a child. It was a gift from me.”
Ellinor barely glanced at it, “Oh, really? Well, you keep it then!”
Balfour frowned slightly, “I kept this room and everything in it exactly the way it was when you were a child. Do you remember?”
“Nope.”
Balfour managed a bitter smile, “Well, that’s okay. Once you’re back, you’ll start remembering”
Ellinor chuckled, “Mr. Howard, I think you got it all twisted. I’m here today because Grandpa Dean and Grandma Alyssa invited me over, not to move in!”
Balfour frowned and muttered, “Pearl, I know you’re married to Theo, and are now living with the Blanchets, but don’t you think you should visit home. once in a while?”
Ellinor frowned, “Sorry, my name’s Ellinor!”
Balfour looked helpless, “I know the Mendozas didn’t treat you well, so why do you still go by Ellinor?”
Ellinor let out a laugh, ‘True, the Mendozas weren’t exactly nice to me because I had zero blood ties with them. My last name is just a label; it doesn’t mean much to me, but no matter what my last name is, I’d never choose Howard!”
Balfour frowned at her, “Why? Is it because I misunderstood you and didn’t treat you well in the past?”
