Chapter 88 What Does It Matter
Alex was feeling incredibly annoyed.
Since they were already divorced, why would she still go to the old mansion?
Just as his hand was about to touch the car keys, there was suddenly a commotion outside the office.
Michael rushed in, looking like he was about to cry: "Mr. Baker, Miss Miller insists on seeing you. She's already in the elevator, we couldn't stop her, and... she's here for a business collaboration."
Alex's eyes turned cold: "Let her in."
Business collaboration?
Those brands tied to her livestreaming?
He wanted to see which brand was foolish enough to approach the Baker family.
Soon, Grace was brought in.
She wore a white dress with delicate makeup.
Seeing Alex, her eyes immediately reddened: "Alex, I know you don't want to see me. But I'm here representing my company. We can discuss a business partnership, and... my livestream account was banned, I've lost hundreds of thousands of followers in just two days. Alex... you wouldn't just watch me lose all my contracts, would you? I still have the baby. I really don't have any other intentions, I just want to earn money on my own and live a good life with the baby..."
Alex looked at her without any emotion: "So what."
Grace felt panicked under his gaze, but still forced herself to stay calm: "Alex, can you tell me why you're angry? Maybe I did something wrong before, but after all these years together, can you please not be so heartless..."
That delicate, pale face looked somewhat like Emily's.
Especially when crying.
Alex was momentarily stunned, not noticing the flash of smugness in the woman's eyes as she lowered them.
This angle made her look most like Emily!
She had practiced this in front of the mirror at least a hundred times.
Ever since Emily went abroad, Alex had treated her differently.
Forget about buying designer bags and jewelry, he hadn't even given her living expenses!
Grace's fingertips dug slightly into her palm.
No matter what, as long as she could achieve her goal, she didn't care about any of this!
Suddenly.
Alex's thin lips parted slightly: "Are you done?"
Grace was stunned, not expecting this reaction from him.
"Your affairs have nothing to do with me." Alex said: "When you used Baker Corporation's name for personal gain, not pursuing it was already payment enough for our past relationship."
"Alex, I..." Grace wanted to say more.
She suddenly had a flash of inspiration and quickly pulled out a contract from her bag: "Then at least look at our company's contract? Our products sell very well, they're bestsellers globally, and would benefit the Baker family too..."
Alex didn't want to look at her anymore: "Remove her. Don't let her in again."
"Yes, Mr. Baker." Michael, who was standing by the door, immediately stepped forward.
Good grief, his boss had finally opened his eyes!
Looking at the pitiful woman, he cleared his throat twice: "Miss Miller, will you leave on your own, or should I drag you out?"
Grace's last shred of hope shattered, but she didn't dare make a scene.
"Since you don't have time to see me, we'll talk next time."
With that, she turned and left directly.
Did she think she would just give up like that?
No way!
Alex, don't think you can shake her off!
Since the position of Mrs. Baker was now vacant, what was there to worry about?
She would eventually take that position, it was just a matter of timing.
The office became quiet again.
Alex leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes, the suffocating feeling in his chest growing stronger.
"Go connect the old mansion's surveillance to my phone."
"Huh?" The assistant was dumbfounded.
Didn't Mr. Baker never watch it before?
...
At the Baker family's old mansion, the atmosphere was especially warm.
Eleanor's little belly was full of strawberry pudding, and she was now acting cute in Margaret's arms: "Grandma... Eleanor sleepy."
Her little head was nodding, her bright, gentle eyes could barely stay open.
Margaret looked at her drowsy great-granddaughter, her heart aching: "Emmie, look how sleepy Eleanor is. It's windy at night, and driving back isn't safe. Why don't you stay at the old mansion tonight? The rooms have been ready for you all along."
As she spoke, she held the little one even tighter.
One old, one young, both looking over pitifully.
Emily's lips moved: "Grandma, if you want to spend more time with Eleanor, just say so."
Margaret smiled kindly, saying nothing, just looking at her.
The old mansion was indeed quite far from the Johnson family home.
It was already late, and with Eleanor this sleepy, traveling again might make her sick.
Just as Emily was hesitating, she heard her daughter's soft voice: "Mommy, Eleanor wants to sleep with Grandma."
Her little voice carried heavy drowsiness, her thick black lashes casting a small shadow on her eyelids.
Seeing this, Margaret quickly struck while the iron was hot: "Yes, Emmie dear, please stay! I think about you two every day, and Eleanor sleeps so comfortably here. If you want to leave, I'll have the driver take you back first thing in the morning."
Looking at the old lady's hopeful eyes, Emily had to agree.
Margaret was instantly overjoyed, beaming from ear to ear, immediately turning to give orders: "Susan! Quick, light the calming incense in the room, and bring over the silk quilt, don't let my precious catch cold."
"Yes, right away!" Susan's face was full of smiles as she turned to get busy.
Emily carried Eleanor upstairs to the bedroom.
There was no helping it, Eleanor was especially close to the old lady and insisted on sleeping together at night.
At least she got some peace and quiet.
And her room... was the one she had previously shared with Alex.
Susan quietly came over, explaining gently: "Mrs. Baker, I'm still used to calling you that. Since you left, no one has lived in this room. Alex rarely comes back either, he just often has meals with the old lady. I clean it every day, hoping that one day you'd come back. It's very clean inside, and here are your pajamas."
This room had been decorated according to her preferences back then.
Warm and elegant, with everything one could need.
The bed was made with new silk bedding, soft and comfortable.
A warm feeling passed through Emily's heart: "Thank you Susan, you can go about your business."
Eleanor had already gone back to the room with the old lady to sleep.
One old, one young, their schedules actually matched up well.
Emily went in and looked at the softly lit room, couldn't help but remember the last time she stayed here was two years ago.
An image flashed through her mind, and her lips pressed together even tighter.
Then she took her pajamas to shower, as there was still some work she hadn't finished.
This room had a computer, which was convenient.
Little did she know.
At this moment, a car had just stopped in front of the old mansion.
Michael sat nervously in the driver's seat: "Um... Mr. Baker, are you staying at the old mansion tonight?"
Alex narrowed his eyes: "Got a problem with that?"
"No no no, I was just thinking about picking you up tomorrow, since the old mansion only has one driver..."
"No need, I'm giving you half a day off tomorrow."
With that, the man directly pushed open the door and got out.
Michael was excited - a day off?!