Chapter 5 - THE GRANDMOTHER'S RETURN
"Eleanor sends her regards," one of the men sneered, pulling a silenced pistol from his jacket. "Hand over the documents, Ms. Evans."
Clara backed away, positioning her body between the men and her sleeping newborn. She looked around frantically for a weapon, but there was nothing.
Suddenly, a heavy ceramic vase smashed over the first thug’s head from behind. He crumpled to the ground.
Standing in the doorway, breathing heavily, was the mysterious old woman from the street. She was holding a heavy wooden walking stick.
"Get in the car, Clara!" the old woman barked with surprising authority.
Clara didn't hesitate. She grabbed the bassinet, the documents, and ran. They piled into a beat-up sedan parked in the alley, the tires squealing as the old woman hit the gas.
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"Who are you?!" Clara demanded, clutching her baby.
"My name is Beatrice," the woman said, her eyes fixed on the rearview mirror. "I am Liam's grandmother. Eleanor is my daughter-in-law. And that accident wasn't an accident. Eleanor ordered the hit to stop Liam from taking control of the company."
