Chapter 318

Eliana was also anxious. She understood the gravity of the circumstances, especially with the determined attitude of Samuel. With no dirt on him, there was no way to convince him. "I have said this to you before. Please be more attentive and seize the time to have a child with Samuel. I would have told you exactly how, but it seems like you are always putting it off… "Natasha, it's not that I don't feel anxious about it or I don't want to help you. It's just that…" Eliana shifted gears and started avoiding responsibility. Natasha caught on as soon as she heard it. She thought it was absurd, but she maintained her innocence replying, "Madam Foster, you are well aware of Samuel's personality. If I act too eager, it will only backfire. "I've loved him for many years. He has always been in my heart. I would do anything for him, but I am not the one in his heart. He only has Shelmaine there!" This was also something Natasha couldn't accept. Why couldn't all those years of companionship compare to the few years Shelmaine had spent with him? What was so good about Shelmaine? What on earth did he see in Shelmaine? She racked her brain but could not find an answer… Eliana said, "That's not important. What's important is that his last name is Hasting. I managed to make him divorce once, I can surely do it again! Natasha, I assure you. I will make sure you and Samuel can get married." "Thank you, Madam Foster." With a gradual movement, Natasha ended the call and a sneer crept onto her face. "Do you really believe I'm that foolish? Married? To whom? Isn't this just a ploy to silence me? Afraid that I'll reveal the truth about my brother's death…" She knew exactly what Eliana was hoping for. … In the dead of night, Carl rushed back to Hasting mansion and startled Eliana awake. He was furious as he questioned her, "What in the world have you done?" Eliana was dressed in silk pajamas. Her face was well-maintained and showed no wrinkles. It was plump and firm, and her skin was smooth and elastic. She looked about ten years younger than her actual age. Even without makeup, she was still very attractive. "What did I do?" Carl didn't even have a moment to swap out his clothes. He tossed his briefcase onto the chair and stood with his hands on his hips, seething with anger. He rarely lost his composure, which made this outburst all the more telling of how serious the situation was. "You're asking me? Don't you already know? You don't know about what you've done?" "I really have no clue." She woke up and leaned against the bedside table with her arms crossed. She turned on the lamp and lifted her chin a bit, looking proud. He sneered. "Scare you to death? You're so brave. Would you be afraid of being scared by others? I'd be grateful if you didn't scare me to death." "So, what on earth is going on? I don't want to bicker with you. Either spill it quickly or don't say a word. I'm going back to bed." "You're so laid-back. No wonder other people are saying that I have a capable wife. I have to depend on my wife to rise smoothly and maintain a high position. Without you, would I be where I am today?" "Stop acting out!" Eliana's brows furrowed in annoyance. "If you're going to lose your mind, do it in the study. I don't have time for this." After being married for so many years, their relationship was not truly built on love but on shared interests. When they first met, Eliana was drawn to Carl's identity and status. However, after they married, she began to meddle in his career, almost like a form of control or discipline. Eliana was a woman with a strong desire for control. But she preferred to remain behind the scenes and control everything through her husband. She did not want to be a prominent and powerful woman. Instead, she wanted to wield her influence from the shadows through a man. This demonstrated her ability to make wise choices as she had selected a powerful man. However, if she had been more competent than her husband, her ego would not have been fulfilled as a woman. Men and social standing were simply tools for her to elevate her image. Eventually, she gave birth to a son.