The Return Of The Discarded Billionaire Ex-Wife のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 201 - チャプター 210

Clara's POVYates made his move.I had been waiting for it. Every time I sat with the knowledge that he was still operational I had waited for it. The media platform was gone. Gideon had nothing without Mara's cooperation. But Yates still had money and he still had patience and I had learned never to mistake patience for weakness.He moved against Eleanor.Not directly. Cleverly.There was an international architecture competition for young designers. The prize was significant and the recognition was the kind that opened doors in the field for a generation. Eleanor had entered it in her second year of university with a project she had developed from the integrated methodology, a flood-resilient community center design that incorporated both structural and geotechnical principles.The results were announced on Thursday.Eleanor did not win.She called me that evening.“I did not win," she said. Her voice was completely controlled."I know," I said. "I saw the announcement."“The winnin

Clara's POVA week after the piece was published something unexpected happened.The student. The twenty-two-year-old whose name had been on the stolen entry. He sent Eleanor a message.She showed it to me.It read: Miss Luther. I am the person who unknowingly submitted your work. I did not know. I want you to know that I have been in this program for four years and I have genuine work of my own that I am proud of. What my tutor did, using me as a vehicle for someone else's stolen design, has damaged my professional standing in ways I am still working through. I am sorry that your work was stolen. I am also asking whether you would be willing to speak with me because I believe the methodology you have developed has applications that I was genuinely excited about even when I thought I was seeing it with proper attribution. I would understand if you decline.I read it twice.“What are you going to do?" I said.“Meet with him," Eleanor said.I looked at her.“He did not steal it," she sai

Clara's POVEleanor came home for the weekend and told us about the meeting with Jonas at dinner.Factually, as she always did. What she said. What he said. What she assessed him to be."He is a capable designer," she said. "His instinct for the methodology was sound even when he did not know its origin. His verification practices are poor and need to improve.""Are you going to work with him?" Silas said."I am going to let him access the foundation documents," she said. "With proper attribution. If his work develops in a direction that warrants collaboration, we will discuss it then."Edmund looked up from his plate. He was home for the weekend too, the library investigation corner restored to its configuration."He should cite the original papers," Edmund said.“I told him that," Eleanor said. "He has ordered them.""Good," Edmund said. He went back to his plate.After dinner I sat with Eleanor in the garden.The autumn evening was cold but we had coats and the cold was the pleasan

Clara's POVThe gathering this year had a different quality.Not larger. The same people. But different, because Mara was at the table as someone who belonged there rather than someone who was being considered, and because Jonas was there, which was Eleanor's quiet unannounced decision that nobody questioned because Eleanor's quiet decisions did not require questioning.And because Adrian's book was written and sitting with the publisher and would be in the world in four months and he sat at the table with the specific quality of someone who has put something real into the world and is waiting for it to arrive.Dr. Yuen came. She was eighty-seven and had brought a jar of preserved tomatoes from her garden that she placed on the table as a contribution and defended against all requests to explain the recipe on the grounds that it was not ready to be shared publicly.Edmund was beside Dr. Yuen as always. Ellie was on Edmund's other side because she had announced at five that this was wh

Clara's POVI stood at the hills on the morning of what would have been my mother's seventieth birthday.I had not planned to be here for it specifically. The date had arrived and I had found myself at the wall without having decided to go there.The morning was cold and completely clear. The kind of cold that made everything visible.I put my hand on the wall.“Seventy," I said.I thought about what seventy would have looked like for her. If Gideon and Gerald Luther and the decisions of frightened men had not taken her at fifty-three.She would have been here. She would have seen the foundation. She would have met Silas and known from the first meeting what he was to me. She would have held Eleanor and Edmund. She would have reorganised something in the house within the first week of arriving.She would have had opinions about Adrian and Mara and she would have been right about them.She would have driven Dr. Yuen completely mad and they would have been friends anyway.She would have