Single Mother of a Werewolf Baby

Chapter 32: Esmeralda Langford

As Elliot Grant continued the story, Eleanor began to see her mother in a new light. What unfolded was a tale of

resilience, rebellion, and unwavering strength. Her mother hadn’t been a tragic, weak figure as she had been led

to believe all these years. No... Esmeralda Langford had been a fighter. A woman who defied the odds and dared

to live on her own terms.

"She started her business in Manchester," Mr. Grant said, "because our family had influence here. And because

she wanted to prove to her father that her decision was the right one. That's why she avoided Birmingham... she

didn’t want to depend on anyone from her family."

Within a few short years, Esmeralda’s construction company had grown into one of the largest firms in the

region. Manchester was booming, and she had seized the opportunity with both hands.

"But," Elliot continued with a sigh, "success cat a cost. Her relationship with her father deteriorated rapidly.

They tried to mend it after a while, and she began visiting hagain... but everything fell apart when he tried

to arrange a marriage for her... with syoung, up-and-coming politician."

Eleanor leaned forward slightly, engrossed.

"While that argument was still ongoing, tragedy struck. Your grandmother died in a car accident. The police ruled

it a mechanical failure... the driver of the other vehicle was arrested, but many of us suspected it was something

more... sinister. An attempt on your grandfather's life, perhaps. He was supposed to be in the car that day, only

he was called away last minute for a political meeting."

Mr. Grant paused, letting the weight of those words settle.

"That incident shattered any chance of reconciliation between your mother and grandfather. After the funeral,

Esmeralda never returned home. She poured all her energy into the business. The company expanded quickly

and was eventually listed on the stock exchange. She kept building and growing, as if trying to outrun the pain."

Eleanor felt a strange mix of pride and sorrow swell in her chest.

"But," Elliot said, voice softening, "we were worried. She was over thirty-five by then... still single, no partner in

sight. The rest of us had settled down, started families. She just... worked. Day and night. It was like she was

trying to fill a void she couldn't name. Her health started to suffer."

He smiled faintly, as if remembering a shared conspiracy. "So, we... her business partners and friends, decided to

force her into a break. We arranged a vacation for her under the guise of a ‘timber sourcing trip.” She visited

Norway, Sweden, Denmark, and Finland, supposedly for business. But really, we just wanted her to relax."

Eleanor chuckled softly through her tears. "Did it work?"

"Oh, it worked alright," he said, his expression turning nostalgic. "She cback from that trip... different.

Calmer. Happier. A month later, she told us she was pregnant.”

Eleanor’s heart skipped a beat.

"But she never told us who the father was," Mr. Grant continued. "We asked... smore directly than others...

but she refused to say. It beca topic we just... avoided."

"And then?" Eleanor prompted, already sensing what was coming.

"At sixth month, she fell ill," he said, his voice suddenly weighed down. "Doctors found abnormalities in the

fetus... stronger heart rate, abnormal body temperature fluctuations. They said the baby was... different.

Healthy, but different. Too strong for her body to handle."

Eleanor’s eyes widened.

"The doctors recommended terminating the pregnancy. Said it was the only way to save her. But she refused.

Flat out. Even when they told her she might not survive childbirth, she wouldn't listen."

A lump formed in Eleanor’s throat.

"She told me," Elliot said, voice shaking slightly, "that she didn’t care about her own life anymore. She had made

her choice. She said that the child growing inside her was her miracle. A gift. She'd fight for her baby until the

very end."

Tears spilled freely down Eleanor’s cheeks. She didn’t bother to wipe them away.

The room fell silent, broken only by the occasional sob that escaped her lips. Her chest felt tight... like her heart

had been squeezed into a vice.

All her life, she had believed lies.

Jeanne had fed her stories about how her mother had forced herself into William Whitmore’s life, how she had

died as a punishment from God. She'd painted a picture of a shameless woman whose death was a blessing for

everyone involved.

Eleanor had believed it.

She'd believed that her mother was someone unworthy of love or respect. That Jeanne had been her savior.

But the truth... the truth was like a blade. Her mother had died to bring her into the world. Had faced certain

death just to hold her in her arms... if only for a moment.

How could she have ever resented a woman like that?

She had never even mourned her mother. Never visited her grave with love in her heart. Instead, she had gone

through life proud that she didn’t miss her. That she hadn't cried for her.

What kind of daughter was she?

After a long, heavy silence, Eleanor finally spoke. Her voice was raw and hoarse. "What about my grandfather?

Did he ever cto see me?"

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Eleanor wiped at her eyes with a tissue, then asked, "What about her grave in Southern Cemetery? I've visited

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A chill ran through Eleanor. "So, | never actually visited my mother’s grave."

"No," he said. "But my sister might be able to help. She attended the burial in Birmingham and had sties to

the Langfords. She still works in politics. If you'd like, | can arrange for you to meet her."

Eleanor nodded, wiping her tears again. "Yes. Please call her. | want to know everything. | want to visit her grave.

I need to."

Mr. Grant stepped aside and made a quick phone call. A few minutes later, he turned back with a smile. "She

agreed to meet you tomorrow morning at her office."

Eleanor stood, her legs slightly shaky. "Thank you, Uncle. And now... let's go see Aunt. | haven't seen her in

years."

Mr. Grant offered a gentle smile and extended his arm to her. "She'll be happy to see you. Let's go."