Chapter 325

Eleanor was the one who had reached out her hand. She firmly held the bowl of hot soup, her sharp eyes locked on Linda. Her face was stern, and a cold, intimidating aura radiated. Her grip tightened on the bowl, her knuckles white as if she could crush the porcelain in her hands at any moment. Linda was startled. She hadn't expected Eleanor to confront her so suddenly. This woman is quicker than I thought, Linda mused. The maid, relieved by Eleanor's intervention, instinctively released her hold on the bowl. Now, it was just Eleanor and Linda, each gripping one side, locked in a silent battle of wills. "Let go," Linda demanded, her voice dripping with anger as she shot Eleanor a piercing glare. Eleanor's response was ice-cold. She glanced at Linda, her lips curling into a sneer. "And what if I don't?" "You—!" Linda's face flushed with anger, but she struggled to find words in the heat of the moment. Just then, something shifted. Eleanor, standing with her back to the restaurant's entra