His "True Love" Was Fake... So Was My Corpse, Sucker! - Chapter 78: Chapter 78
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The car came to a smooth stop in front of the mansion. James, wearing a black coat, carefully guided the woman in his arms up the steps while holding an umbrella over them both.
The door swung open, and a housekeeper approached, taking the umbrella from his hand.
James paused, noticing the absence of a familiar face. His brow furrowed slightly as he chose not to hand over his coat, instead draping it over his arm.
"Where's my wife?" he asked.
"Mrs. Foster hasn't returned yet, sir."
James stopped in his tracks.
Only then did he remember he was supposed to spend the evening with Ellie for her birthday. Instead, he'd changed course midway after receiving Victoria's call and headed straight to the airport.
He glanced out the window.
The sky was pitch black, like spilled ink that refused to fade. Howling winds carried sheets of rain, and moisture crept through the not-quite-closed windows, bringing with it a penetrating chill.
A faint sense of guilt stirred within him.
Would Ellie be angry?
But he dismissed the thought as quickly as it came.
Ellie getting angry was perhaps the most unlikely thing in the world.
She had always been gentle and proper, speaking softly and never holding grudges.
Over the years, he'd often mumbled Victoria's name in his drunken stupors.
Ellie had always acted as if she hadn't heard, her expression unchanging as she prepared hangover remedies for him.
How could she possibly be angry over something so minor?
Seeing the flash of concern on his face, the housekeeper hesitantly asked, "Sir, shall I call Mrs. Foster?"
James waved it off. "No need. She'll be back. When she returns, tell her to come to my study."
Then, turning to Victoria, he added gently, "It's getting late. You can sleep in her room tonight."
Victoria looked at him with hesitation. "Are you sure that's appropriate? It is Ellie's room, after all..."
He shook his head. "She won't mind."
Meanwhile, across town...
After stepping out of the taxi, Ellie opened the umbrella she'd traded for her birthday dinner.
Rain cascaded down around the edges, forming a curtain that separated her from the outside world.
But it couldn't shield her from the bone-chilling wind.
Pulling her coat tighter, she decided to find temporary accommodation.
After viewing several apartments, she settled on a riverside unit and signed a six-month lease with the landlord on the spot.
The moment she closed the door behind her, her phone rang.
Seeing the caller's name, she frowned slightly.
Her finger hesitated before finally swiping to answer.
"Hello?"
"Hi Ellie, this is Victoria White."
"I heard you and James had a fight because of me and you haven't gone home. I'm worried and sorry about that. I feel I should explain things between James and me."
"Yes, we dated once, but that's in the past. We're just friends now."
"I sincerely hope you two will be happy together. Please don't let me come between you. If possible, could you return his calls? I hate to see him worried about you."
Ellie found it almost laughable. The Foster family was wealthy and powerful—if James truly worried about her, he would have called or sent someone to find her immediately.
Yet the first call she received after leaving home came from Victoria.
Not wanting to hear more empty words, she hung up.
Staring at the suddenly darkened screen, Victoria bit her lip and called again.
Each time she called, Ellie disconnected.
On the final attempt, Ellie finally answered.
There was silence on the other end.
After a long moment, a soft, mocking laugh broke through.
"Seems you're not as gracious and accommodating as James claims."
"I thought you had more endurance, putting up with everything for five years before finally making a scene. But this is all you've got?"
Victoria toyed with her manicured nails as she continued smugly, "Ellie, running away won't work. If you're willing to step aside voluntarily, I'll make sure James gives you a more generous settlement."
Ellie finally spoke, her voice quiet.
"Fine."
Perhaps not expecting such ready agreement, Victoria was momentarily caught off guard. "What?"
Ellie's calm voice came through the phone: "Didn't you say you'd get me a better settlement, Miss White? If that's the case, let's meet at the coffee shop tomorrow morning."
The door swung open, and a housekeeper approached, taking the umbrella from his hand.
James paused, noticing the absence of a familiar face. His brow furrowed slightly as he chose not to hand over his coat, instead draping it over his arm.
"Where's my wife?" he asked.
"Mrs. Foster hasn't returned yet, sir."
James stopped in his tracks.
Only then did he remember he was supposed to spend the evening with Ellie for her birthday. Instead, he'd changed course midway after receiving Victoria's call and headed straight to the airport.
He glanced out the window.
The sky was pitch black, like spilled ink that refused to fade. Howling winds carried sheets of rain, and moisture crept through the not-quite-closed windows, bringing with it a penetrating chill.
A faint sense of guilt stirred within him.
Would Ellie be angry?
But he dismissed the thought as quickly as it came.
Ellie getting angry was perhaps the most unlikely thing in the world.
She had always been gentle and proper, speaking softly and never holding grudges.
Over the years, he'd often mumbled Victoria's name in his drunken stupors.
Ellie had always acted as if she hadn't heard, her expression unchanging as she prepared hangover remedies for him.
How could she possibly be angry over something so minor?
Seeing the flash of concern on his face, the housekeeper hesitantly asked, "Sir, shall I call Mrs. Foster?"
James waved it off. "No need. She'll be back. When she returns, tell her to come to my study."
Then, turning to Victoria, he added gently, "It's getting late. You can sleep in her room tonight."
Victoria looked at him with hesitation. "Are you sure that's appropriate? It is Ellie's room, after all..."
He shook his head. "She won't mind."
Meanwhile, across town...
After stepping out of the taxi, Ellie opened the umbrella she'd traded for her birthday dinner.
Rain cascaded down around the edges, forming a curtain that separated her from the outside world.
But it couldn't shield her from the bone-chilling wind.
Pulling her coat tighter, she decided to find temporary accommodation.
After viewing several apartments, she settled on a riverside unit and signed a six-month lease with the landlord on the spot.
The moment she closed the door behind her, her phone rang.
Seeing the caller's name, she frowned slightly.
Her finger hesitated before finally swiping to answer.
"Hello?"
"Hi Ellie, this is Victoria White."
"I heard you and James had a fight because of me and you haven't gone home. I'm worried and sorry about that. I feel I should explain things between James and me."
"Yes, we dated once, but that's in the past. We're just friends now."
"I sincerely hope you two will be happy together. Please don't let me come between you. If possible, could you return his calls? I hate to see him worried about you."
Ellie found it almost laughable. The Foster family was wealthy and powerful—if James truly worried about her, he would have called or sent someone to find her immediately.
Yet the first call she received after leaving home came from Victoria.
Not wanting to hear more empty words, she hung up.
Staring at the suddenly darkened screen, Victoria bit her lip and called again.
Each time she called, Ellie disconnected.
On the final attempt, Ellie finally answered.
There was silence on the other end.
After a long moment, a soft, mocking laugh broke through.
"Seems you're not as gracious and accommodating as James claims."
"I thought you had more endurance, putting up with everything for five years before finally making a scene. But this is all you've got?"
Victoria toyed with her manicured nails as she continued smugly, "Ellie, running away won't work. If you're willing to step aside voluntarily, I'll make sure James gives you a more generous settlement."
Ellie finally spoke, her voice quiet.
"Fine."
Perhaps not expecting such ready agreement, Victoria was momentarily caught off guard. "What?"
Ellie's calm voice came through the phone: "Didn't you say you'd get me a better settlement, Miss White? If that's the case, let's meet at the coffee shop tomorrow morning."
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