Chapter 79 Finally Going Back
Matthew looked at the baby being carried out: "Good, as long as mom and daughter are safe."
Half an hour later.
Emily and the baby were wheeled back to the room.
"Emmie, you worked hard," Matthew said.
Emily held her daughter's tiny hand, smiling softly: "I've thought about it. Her name will be Eleanor Johnson."
Taking her surname, Johnson.
No connection to the Baker family or Alex.
"Good, that's a nice name. Eleanor, little Eleanor... grow up fast, Uncle will protect you and your mom."
In the days that followed, Matthew took perfect care of the mother and daughter.
Top postpartum meals, six different ones a day.
Australian Wagyu and deep-sea fish were the basics.
Not to mention premium supplements like bird's nest and fish maw.
On the third day after birth, Matthew booked the most famous postpartum recovery center in Paris.
That day, Emily was playing with little Eleanor.
Matthew hesitated a bit: "Emmie, should we tell Andrew and the others? They'd want to know for sure."
Emily looked at her sleeping daughter in her arms and shook her head gently: "Let's wait a bit. Once I'm recovered, I'll take Eleanor back home and surprise them."
She was afraid her parents would worry, and more afraid the news would reach Alex.
She just wanted to raise her daughter quietly.
Matthew didn't push it, just nodded gently: "Okay, whatever you say."
...
Two years later.
At the international airport, the flight from Paris landed slowly.
A slim figure walked out of the VIP channel.
The woman wore a simple white knit sweater with jeans, her long hair casually tied up, sunglasses covering most of her delicate face.
She held a cute little bundle in her arms.
"Mommy..." The little one had a soft voice, her big black eyes looking around.
The little bundle spoke with a clear French accent.
"Be good, we'll see Auntie soon," Emily said softly, looking down.
But as soon as they reached the exit, an excited figure rushed over: "Ahhh, Emmie! You're finally back, I missed you so much!"
Rachel barreled over, eyes red, hugging Emily tightly as tears spilled out. But the next second, her eyes locked on the little bundle.
"This is Eleanor, right? My little baby! Auntie finally gets to see you! Last time I visited, you were still in your mommy's belly."
The little one had fair skin and clear eyes with a hint of green, just like Emily, but with an extra touch of delicate beauty.
Clearly a little beauty in the making.
Eleanor wasn't shy at all. She blinked her big eyes and called out softly: "Auntie Rachel!"
"Aww, sweetie!" Rachel's heart melted. She immediately pulled out the gifts she'd prepared—a whole set of custom little dresses and limited-edition Barbie dolls, piled in a full cart.
"Welcome home, little Eleanor! Auntie got these for you. Like them?"
Sure enough, Eleanor's eyes curved into crescents: "I like them! Thank you, Auntie Rachel!"
"Hahaha, little Eleanor is too cute! Come here, let me give you a big kiss!" Rachel was over the moon, smothering Eleanor with kisses.
Emily rubbed her forehead helplessly: "You're too much."
"I like it!" Rachel huffed.
Suddenly, a figure appeared behind Emily.
Matthew carried the luggage, smiling warmly: "Ms. Smith, good to see you again."
Rachel blinked, then raised a fine eyebrow: "Mr. Moore, you've been based in Paris these two years. Must've been tough."
Matthew chuckled lightly: "It's nothing."
As long as... Emmie was okay, he was okay.
These two years, he'd hardly come back.
He'd stayed in Paris, quietly watching over them, taking perfect care without ever crossing the line.
The group chatted and laughed as they headed out.
No one noticed that at another airport exit, a familiar cold figure had just gotten off a plane.
The assistant quickly checked the schedule: "Mr. Baker, we have a meeting with Mr. Foster at seven tonight... Mr. Baker?"
He rambled on, but Alex wasn't listening at all.
He'd just returned from a business trip out of town, his black suit making him look even more aloof.
He was headed back to the company, but then he spotted a white figure.
The silhouette and the smile on her profile... just like the one etched in his heart.
Alex's heart skipped a beat.
He stopped in his tracks, instinctively wanting to chase after her.
But the next second, the figure vanished into the crowd.
He stood there, finally realizing, and smirked self-mockingly.
How could it be her?
She was supposed to be in Paris. Why would she come back suddenly?
"Mr. Baker? You..."
"Got it." Suddenly, Alex looked away and strode out.
The assistant followed, reporting quietly: "Mr. Baker, Miss Grace has been doing social media these two years, live-streaming, singing to build up capital for a debut. She's taken a lot of endorsements, but most brands did it because of you. Should we tell Miss Miller? She's basically using your name for popularity."
Alex's tone was flat: "Whatever."
The assistant sighed inwardly.
Ever since Miss Johnson left two years ago, Mr. Baker hadn't paid Grace any attention.
No calls answered, no messages replied.
Everyone in the circle knew it now.
After Miss Johnson left, Mr. Baker became an emotionless work machine.
Baker Corporation had hit new heights like never before.
But he was unusually sensitive to anything about Emily.
Meanwhile.
Emily didn't go straight back to the Johnson family. She headed to a high-end luxury store first.
She wanted to pick gifts for her parents—the best options were imported cashmere scarves or bags with great design.
Emily liked this store.
The brand had deep roots and strong designs.
"Hello, may I..."
"Emily?!"
"You're back?"
Emily had just glanced at a bag on the counter when a sharp, disbelieving voice rang out.
Grace, dressed in designer clothes, looked her up and down: "Didn't expect after two years, Miss Johnson... you're not doing as well as before, huh?"
Emily turned around. "Grace? If you didn't speak, I wouldn't have recognized you."
The Grace in front of her looked like an influencer socialite now, eyes full of arrogance. Her perfume was high-end, but it didn't match her outfit.
Grace eyed Emily up and down, seeing her simple clothes—no big brands, no jewelry, just plain.
Her smirk grew: "I thought you were living it up in Paris. Guess not. Things here are expensive. Bet you can't even afford a T-shirt."