Chapter 1245
Elliana said softly but firmly, “You don’t need to worry. I won’t punish her. She only followed Maxine’s orders. The blame isn’t hers. As the new leader of the Griffiths family, I have no wish to carry old grudges.”
“Thank you,” Clifford and Belinda breathed, their relief so deep that it nearly stole their voices.
After a long pause, Clifford asked quietly, “Could we take her home with us?”
“Of course,” Elliana replied without hesitation.
“But traveling to Ublento might be difficult for you. I’ll have Davin handle it.”
The Griffiths men were bound to the clan for life, never allowed to leave its grounds. Until Elliana changed the old rules, Clifford couldn’t go himself.
Elliana called for Davin and explained everything. He accepted the task with a nod and then turned to Clifford and Belinda.
“Please be patient for a few days. I’ll finish arranging Maxine’s funeral first before bringing Katrina home.”
Clifford and Belinda nodded, grateful beyond words. After thanking Elliana once more, they left, their hearts lighter than they had been in years.
With no urgent matters left to attend to, Elliana and Cole flew back to Ublento.
They had been gone for days and missed their son dearly. Their first stop was the Evans home.
News of their return spread quickly, and soon the entire Evans family gathered in the living room, excitement buzzing in the air. Everyone was eager to meet Beatrice at last.
The Evanses had always been a family of sons, so daughters were rare—and cherished beyond measure.
Beatrice, the first girl born into the great-grandchild generation, had already become everyone’s darling.
Jeff, especially, had been counting down the days. From the moment he woke that morning, he could barely contain his joy. Today, he would finally meet his little cousin, the family’s brightest star.
Shortly after breakfast, Elliana and Cole made their way back to the Evans family manor.
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The instant Elliana stepped through the door with her daughter cradled in her arms, the younger generation of the Evans family descended upon them like a tidal wave, forming a breathless circle around mother and child.
“Is this Beatrice? Let us see her!”
“She’s absolutely stunning! This little one is going to shatter hearts when she comes of age.”
“Look how cute she is! That little face, those chubby arms and legs, the long eyelashes… I’ve never seen such a lovely baby!”
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