Chapter 388

"If Harold and Sylvia get married, you and Dad will be stuck putting up with their fights every day. And you're okay with that?" Hannah asked, her voice sharp with irritation. "She was only here two days, and it was already nothing but drama. Is that really what you want?" "But…" Eleanor's eyes flicked between Hannah and Harold, her voice faltering. "It all started when I asked Hailey to chip in for the house. Later, I wanted Sylvia's family to come up with one. It's all on me..." To put it plainly, the two days of chaos stemmed mostly from Eleanor's meddling. If she had just kept out of it, things probably wouldn't have spiraled like this. "Oh, so you do know it's all your fault?" Hannah said, letting out a long breath as she looked at Eleanor. "If it weren't for you, Harry and Sylvia would've broken up a long time ago. They were never right for each other." "So, you're happy now? With Winston?" Eleanor asked, glancing at the door before scanning the living room. "Where's your fat