Chapter 489

Eleanor finally understood why Simon had warned her not to confront the Whales family members head-on. It wasn’t just indifference—they outright despised Susan. A direct clash would only invite mockery and scorn. But Eleanor was not Susan. She wasn’t someone who bowed her head and accepted abuse. Though she now carried Susan’s identity, she had no intention of suffering the same fate. Susan had endured relentless torment at the hands of her so-called family. And standing before Eleanor now was one of her greatest tormentors—Flora Whales. Eleanor’s gaze sharpened, her expression calm yet edged like a finely honed blade. "Sorry to disappoint you," she said coolly, "but I’m still very much alive." Flora’s expression tightened, her fists clenching instinctively. A flicker of something—anger, irritation, or perhaps unease—flashed through her eyes. "How dare you speak to me like that?!" she snapped, venom dripping from her tone. "Your tongue has certainly grown sharper…" Though she sneered,