Chapter 815 - 799: Mother and Daughter Both Run Away from Home

Chapter 815: Chapter 799: Mother and Daughter Both Run Away from Home

"Nathan Clayton, you’re being ridiculous! Whose car I get into is my own business," Shirley Lockwood snapped. She couldn’t fathom what was wrong with the boy’s head. He was being way too nosy!

"I don’t care, I won’t allow it. Come with me, I’ll take you home."

"Let go of me! I don’t want to go anywhere with you."

Evan Grayson hadn’t originally planned on taking Shirley home because he really didn’t like this little cousin of his. But seeing an outsider trying to abduct her, he couldn’t help but step in. Glancing at Shirley with a mild expression, he asked unhurriedly, "Are you getting in the car or not?"

"Yes, yes, yes! Nathan, let me go!" Shirley’s eyes lit up the moment Evan spoke, and she answered hastily.

Unwilling to give up, Nathan held tightly onto Shirley and insisted, "You stubborn girl, my family’s car is way more luxurious and fun than the Graysons’!"

"Are you sick in the head? What do I care how luxurious and fun your car is?" Shirley struggled with all her might to shake off Nathan’s grip and quickly hopped into the car.

Seeing Shirley get in, Nathan’s expression turned incredibly sour.

This was the very first time he had ever invited someone to ride in his family’s car! It was also his first time offering to take someone home, and he was rejected just like that?

After school, there were always plenty of little girls pestering him, wanting to get into his car and have him take them home...

Inside the car.

Evan looked at the girl sitting beside him and asked coldly, dissatisfaction lacing his voice, "Why is he pestering you?"

He didn’t think Nathan was the type to voluntarily offer a girl a ride home. After all, from kindergarten until now, he had never seen it happen even once.

"How should I know?" Shirley raised a hand to fix her hair and rolled her eyes, answering in an annoyed tone.

Evan fell silent for a long moment before speaking again, still feeling uneasy. "Stay away from him from now on."

"You don’t need to tell me that, Evan. I’ll naturally keep my distance from him."

Watching Shirley’s huffy demeanor, Evan scoffed coldly and muttered in displeasure, "I’ll take you home first. Where do you live?"

He definitely didn’t want to bring Shirley back to his house, nor did he want to send her to his maternal grandparents’ place. Having two younger sisters was already enough of a headache; he absolutely did not want to deal with an older cousin on top of that.

Hearing that they were going to take her home, Shirley immediately grew tense. "I don’t want to go home. Take me to Mayor Bishop’s house first."

"Mayor Bishop?" Evan frowned in confusion. Before he could say another word, the driver in the front seat voiced his surprise.

Hearing this, Shirley excitedly leaned toward the driver. "Yes, yes! Do you know where Mayor Bishop lives, handsome sir?"

"Uh... I suppose I do." Startled by the child’s enthusiasm, the driver offered an awkward smile.

"That’s great! Then just take me to Mayor Bishop’s house, handsome sir." The mere thought of seeing her mother soon filled her with overwhelming joy.

"I’m not sure that’s a good idea. May I ask what your relationship with the Bishop family is, little one?" After all, this child was a relative of his boss’s family. He couldn’t just drop her off anywhere.

"Mayor Bishop is my grandfather!" Speaking of Mayor Bishop, Shirley recalled the old man who had dined at her house a few days ago. At the time, she had been too disdainful to call him her grandfather, but now, knowing he was her actual flesh-and-blood grandfather, she couldn’t be happier.

"Alright then." Hearing that, Archer, the driver, didn’t ask any more questions.

Since the mayor was the little girl’s grandfather, there was no harm in dropping her off there.

Half an hour later, the car pulled up outside the Bishops’ mansion.

Shirley had been thrilled the entire ride at the prospect of seeing her mother, but when they finally arrived, doubt began to creep in.

During the days she had lived with the pretty lady, she hadn’t treated her well at all. She had even intentionally used petty tricks in an attempt to break up her dad and the pretty lady.

Archer pointed at the Bishops’ front gates and smiled. "We’re here, little one. This is your grandfather’s house."

"Oh, I see! Thank you, handsome sir!" Snapping out of her daze, Shirley broke into a bright smile and nodded her thanks.

With that, she opened the door and hopped out of the car.

Archer and Evan waited until they saw Shirley walk through the front gates before driving away.

Little did they know, as soon as Shirley entered the gates, a maid sweeping the courtyard spotted her. Frowning at the sight of the little girl wandering in, the maid walked over. "Who are you looking for, little girl?"

"Um, well... excuse me, is my mom here?" Shirley glanced anxiously around the courtyard and asked with trepidation.

"Your mom? I think you have the wrong house, little girl. Your mom isn’t here."

Panic set in at the maid’s words. Shirley shook her head vigorously. "No, no, I misspoke! I wanted to ask, is Eleanor home?"

"Oh, you’re looking for Miss Bishop. She’s home. But what business do you have with our young lady?" After the incident that morning, the maid didn’t dare let just anyone inside, even if the person standing before her was just an adorable little girl.

Shirley wasn’t stupid. Seeing the woman eyeing her warily, her eyes reddened and tears immediately began to fall. "My dad kicked me out of the house. I don’t know who else to go to except Eleanor. Please, ma’am, I’m begging you. Just take me to see Eleanor."

"Oh dear, please don’t cry! I’ll take you to see her, alright?" The maid was a soft-hearted person after all. Seeing Shirley crying so heartbrokenly made her feel terrible. She crouched down and hurriedly coaxed the child.

"Thank you, ma’am," Shirley choked out, nodding her head.

"There, there, stop crying. Come on, I’ll take you to her."

On the second floor, Eleanor Bishop sat in her wheelchair, looking at the neatly folded clothes on her bed. A storm of complicated emotions swirled in her eyes.

She had to leave tonight...

Meanwhile, the maid had already brought Shirley to Eleanor’s room. Staring at the closed door, she called out, "Miss Bishop, are you awake? A little girl is here to see you, and I’ve brought her upstairs."

Eleanor was lost in thought. Hearing the maid’s voice outside the door, she snapped back to reality and furrowed her brows. "Come in."

"Yes, miss."

With that, the maid opened the door and led Shirley inside.

Looking at the woman sitting in the wheelchair with her back turned, Shirley cried even harder. Between heavy sobs, she called out, "Pretty lady!"