Chapter 297

Eliana made her way home, but she seemed to be occupied with something else.

She didn’t want to bother the children or Nana in any way. She got ready for bed and went to sleep

shortly after.

She requested a day off and did not wake up until the sun was high in the sky the second day.

The youngsters were sent to school by Nana. When she got home, Eliana went out of the bedroom, her

left cheek red and puffy.

She was afraid.

“Oh my goodness! How come your face looks so bad?” Nana hurriedly approached Eliana and held her

face in her hands. “Who the hell hit you? I’m ready to take him on!”

In order to remove Nana’s hand from her face, Eliana pushed it away. “I’m feeling much better now.

Don’t be concerned. Yesterday, something occurred. I was smacked by Ethan.”

“Ethan! I’ve already told you that he is a bad guy. I’ll grab the ointment for you. What happened?

Please tell me later.”

She cursed as she went to the medicine cabinet, held Eliana on the couch, and then sat down. Eliana’s

face was treated with ointment.

Eliana informed Nana everything about the abduction that occurred yesterday.

Even though Nana was enraged, Eliana kept her from taking revenge on Ethan.

“How could you simply let him go?”

Nana was fit to be tied. Right then and there, she wanted to hand Ethan up to the cops.

“Ethan will soon have a taste of his own medicine. Hodge’s creditors are going to cause him a lot of

difficulties.”

Sighing, Eliana then became silent.

Nana proceeded to apply the ointment to Eliana’s wound without saying anything more.

In a strange turn of events, Eliana, who was typically scared of pain, did not scream at all when she

was treated with the ointment. Nana regarded her with bewilderment and saw that she was in a stupor.

‘Oh no! What is happening?’

Nana held a finger up to Eliana with a startled expression.

“Honey, how many of them are we looking at?”

Eliana regained her composure and chuckled, “Nana, don’t worry about me. I’m simply ruminating

about something right now.”

Nana sighed with contentment. “Just tell me what you have to say. What do you need? Let me know.”

“My thoughts are racing right now.” A perplexed expression appeared on Eliana’s face. “Preston is

always there for me whenever anything bad occurs to me. I get the impression that he is a trustworthy

person, but I keep the children a secret from him. Please tell me whether you believe I should inform

him about the children.”

Was Preston still a romantic interest for Eliana?

Eliana’s thoughts were known to Nana. “And Maurice?” she inquired.

Eliana thought about Maurice, who had put his own life in jeopardy to rescue her in utter darkness.

She was even more distressed when the faces of the two guys overlapped.

“You can’t even figure it out on your own,” moaned Nana. “In telling Preston that you have two children,

you’ll simply make things more difficult. You have a way of making people fall in love with you. Preston

and Maurice are in love with you and have saved your life several times. I’m not sure who I’d choose

either if I were you.”

Something didn’t feel right!

Eliana had a flashback of yesterday’s tumultuous fight.

Prior to the fight, Preston’s left arm seemed to have been hurt. He refused to allow Eliana to examine

his wound after the encounter.

Eliana had a sudden flash of inspiration.

The wound was similar to Maurice’s.

“I believe something is really off about this, Nana.”

Eliana informed Nana of her estimate.

“You’re saying they’re the same person?” Nana sucked in her breath.

“You can bet on it. It’s the only explanation for the bizarre coincidence that occurred between them,”

Eliana opined.

“That means… It’s all a prank, isn’t it?” Nana erupted in fury, her mouth gaping out wide. “Maurice was

able to become quite close to you by assuming two separate personas. It’s really happening! That

being the case, you’d be wise to avoid them at all costs!”

“Nana, you could be right after all.”

Eliana wore a sarcastic grin.

If this were true, it would imply that everything was built on a falsehood.

Could deceit foster the growth of love?