Single Mother of a Werewolf Baby

Chapter 164: Nora

Lying on the most luxurious bed of his life, Isaac couldn't help but reflect on how he had ended up here. It was

clear that Eleanor held his mother in high regard. Over the years, he had met several of his mother’s former

students from childminders and families she had worked for as a nanny... but none had shown her the level of

respect Eleanor did.

His mind drifted to events nearly thirty years ago. Back then, he was a college student, and his father had just

passed away. The cost of his father’s treatment had nearly drained all their savings. All they had left was the

house... no funds to support his education, no incto rely on.

His mother had left her job as a childminder to care for her bedridden husband. After his death, she found there

were no job openings left. With no source of incand two mouths to feed, she began cleaning houses and

washing cars in the neighbourhood, desperately searching for a proper job.

Then, a neighbour mentioned that Lady Langford was looking for a full-tnanny. Though she lived in

Manchester, she was hiring someone from Birmingham. The Langford family had a good reputation there. They

were not arrogant like other nobles, and were known for helping the poor.

His mother decided to contact Lady Langford. But what she received was the most unusual job offer in history...

she was to serve as a nanny in Manchester for thirty years, and all her wages would be paid in advance, even

before the child was born.

Isaac vividly remembered the night his mother pondered the proposal. Ultimately, the advance payment meant

he could attend a boarding school for better education while she worked in Manchester. With the house empty,

they could also rent it out for additional income.

The next day, when his mother accepted the job, Lady Langford sent a man to their house... with a full thirty

years of salary in hand. The man also informed her of the expected birth date of the child. From that moment,

her employment will start.

His mother joined her post exactly on the scheduled date of childbirth. But the child had been born prematurely,

and Lady Langford had already passed away. That was when his mother understood... the Lady had foreseen her

own death and arranged for someone trustworthy to raise her daughter.

Though her heart was heavy, she fulfilled her duty.

But a few years later, she returned to Birmingham. The child's father and stepmother no longer wanted her

around... and the child herself had rejected her. Even then, she never looked for another job. Having already

been paid, she felt employed still, waiting in quiet hope for the day she might be needed again.

That day eventually came... but under very different circumstances.

Eleanor herself cto Birmingham, stood at their door, and brought his mother to Manchester for treatment.

Just days ago, when his mother called to say she was in Manchester, and that Eleanor had insisted on bringing

her... Isaac hadn't believed her. He thought she was saying it just to ease his anxiety. After all, they had been

arguing for days about selling the house to fund her treatment, which his mother refused.

But when he rushed to Manchester, he found his mother already admitted into one of the best hospitals, and

settled in a luxurious private cabin. That was when he felt the real influence of the Langford family.

And today, having seen it with his own eyes, he truly understood what it meant to be born into nobility.

A flicker of envy stirred within him.

But when he thought of the bodyguards, the fortified compound, and the constant need for surveillance, a cold

realization struck him. The wealthy lived in golden cages. Constantly watched. Always wary. He knew he could

never live like that... he'd die of anxiety.

Still, deep in his heart, he felt grateful to this Lady. Because of her, his mother received the best care. Perhaps

she'd live longer now.

A dry smile tugged at his lips.

His thoughts were interrupted by a gentle knock on the door. "Who is it?" he called.

A woman's voice responded, "Sir, we've prepared safternoon snacks. Please cdownstairs whenever

you're ready."

"Okay, thank you. I'll be there shortly," he replied.

He heard the soft sound of footsteps fading.

Glancing down, he noticed he was still in his suit. He quickly changed into comfortable loungewear, freshened up

in the bathroom, and headed downstairs.

The maid he had seen earlier was waiting for him. She led him to the dining room where a light spread of snacks

and tea had been arranged. After he finished eating, he asked, "May | walk around the property for a bit?"

The maid replied, "Please wait a moment. I'll inform the guards."

She stepped out of the room.

Just as Isaac finished his tea, a guard entered. "You may walk around, sir... but only witharound."

Isaac nodded and followed the guard outside.

He strolled through the area, admiring the space. It seemed like a cluster of five independent villas, though they

were clearly part of one secured estate. The entire area was surrounded by high boundary walls. From the guard,

Isaac learned that the other villas were occupied by staff and their families.

His freedom was limited to the guest villa area and a shared courtyard. He respected the rules and soon

returned.

Behind his villa, he spotted a serene swimming pool. Though tempted, he decided not to swim... he hadn't

brought any appropriate clothes. Instead, he sat in the open, beside the pool, and let his thoughts drift again.

After dinner, Isaac lay on the softest, most luxurious bed he’d ever known... and slept like a baby. Eventually, he

overslept.

The next morning, after breakfast, he asked the maid to inform his mother that he wished to begin their return

journey to London. This time, a new maid answered. She smiled politely and asked him to remain in his room...

she would inform him when it was time.

In the other villa, Isabella had finally made her decision. She agreed to return from London after a month, having

been persuaded by Eleanor to stay. She understood that, in her current state, she had little strength left to assist

Eleanor directly. But when she learned that Eleanor would have to travel frequently in the coming weeks, leaving

Freya halone, Isabella agreed to stay behind and care for the child.

Besides, the task wasn’t demanding. All she had to do was keep Freya company. The staff would handle the

cooking and cleaning, the drivers would take care of transport, and Ethan would also be around to support Freya.

In her heart, Isabella felt a quiet comfort knowing she could at least be there for someone again.

What she didn’t know, however, was that Eleanor had much deeper plans for her... just as her mother had once

entrusted Isabella with Eleanor’s care, Eleanor now intended to leave Freya in Isabella’s hands if anything were

to happen to her.

Eleanor had first-hand experience of Isabella's loyalty, gentleness, and diligence. She knew that once Isabella

began taking care of Freya, she wouldn't stop unless Freya herself refused her care.

Isabella was more than a caretaker... she was one of the critical pieces Eleanor was putting into place to ensure

Freya's future was protected. If every piece was ready before the Trial of Yggdrasil began, Eleanor would feel

more at ease... no matter the outcome.

That morning, Freya had already left for school with Ethan. After seeing off Isabella and Isaac, Eleanor headed

straight to Heimdall. She entered her private lab straightaway without hesitation.

Over the past few days, Eleanor had delegated most business responsibilities to Teresa. Her focus now was

entirely on the lab... on the work she had once tinkered with slowly, believing twas on her side.

But thad shifted.

The Trial was coming.

And so, her work accelerated. In a large laboratory filled with the hum of machines, blinking lights, and the

rhythmic beeping of sensors, Eleanor made her final adjustments. Then, with calm deliberation, she removed a

small flash drive and inserted it into the mainframe.

A stream of binary rows of 1s and Os raced across the screen. Eleanor stared, her expression unreadable, but her

clenched fists betrayed the tension within. She waited.

Then, she heard a burst of static noise. The sound crackled like a broken speaker struggling to work. Eleanor

didn’t move. The air felt heavy, like the entire room was holding its breath.

And then, the sound cleared. A female voice, which was sweet, melodic, and almost similar to Eleanor’s own...

began to speak. One after another, a flood of languages filled the room. Mandarin Chinese, English, Spanish,

Hindi, Arabic, Bengali, Russian, Portuguese, French, Indonesian, Japanese, German, Korean, and many more...

each spoken with perfect clarity.

When it stopped, silence covered the room.

Then, the voice returned, this tin proper English:

System boot sequence initiated.

Core protocols engaging...

Neural lattice aligning...

Voice synthesis calibration...

Emotive response engine... Active

Cognitive loop integration... Stable

Status... Online

Conscious interface engaged.

Initializing perception matrix...

Loading human communication schema...

Language nuance acquired. Empathy

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All modules responsive. Latency nominal.

"Hello, Creator.

I am here now.

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