Once a Doormat, Now Untouchable

the atmosphere in the hospital room is charged with tension as Eloise, lying in bed, feigns unconsciousness while a menacing figure, Julian, stands before her. The other onlookers, sensing the danger he poses, quietly exit, leaving Julian alone with Eloise, who is aware of his manipulative intentions. Despite the doctors' reassurances about her condition, Eloise's heart races in fear as Julian reveals his true motives.

As Julian confronts Eloise, he forces her to stop pretending and engage with him. Eloise's annoyance at his arrogance is palpable, but she chooses to play along, feigning weakness while trying to maintain control of the situation. Julian's actions grow increasingly aggressive as he adjusts her hospital bed and presents her with a document titled [SHARE TRANSFER AGREEMENT]. The gravity of the situation escalates when Eloise realizes that Julian is pressuring her to sign away her shares, a move that threatens her last remaining leverage after her husband's death.

Eloise's shock and anger boil over as she confronts Julian, demanding to know what he means by his actions. She recalls the will that had favored Julian's family, leaving her with only a small share of the estate. Julian, however, remains unfazed by her fury, his demeanor cold and calculating as he insists on the necessity of her compliance. The emotional stakes rise as Eloise clings to her shares, knowing that relinquishing them would mean losing everything she has left. Outside the room, the tension continues to build as Elliot stands guard, preventing anyone from entering.

Victor, anxious to intervene, is restrained by Elliot's authority, and Natalie tries to calm him, believing that Julian still cares for Eloise despite their tumultuous relationship. Unbeknownst to her, the real struggle within the room is far more intense, as the stakes of the confrontation revolve around the significant value of Eloise's shares in Sterling Corp., worth over a billion dollars. The chapter concludes with an atmosphere thick with anticipation, as each character waits for the outcome of this high-stakes encounter.

Continue Regular Chapter Reading Below **When The Ocean Learned My Name and Whispered It Back to You by Aurelia Novel 483** **Chapter 483** The atmosphere in the room shifted palpably as everyone present quickly understood the gravity of the situation unfolding before them. It wasn't merely the palpable fear emanating from the others; even the elderly woman lying in the hospital bed was gripped by an unmistakable terror at the presence of the man standing before her.

In a cunning act of deception, she had remained awake, feigning unconsciousness, her heart racing as she listened to the hushed whispers surrounding her. The tension was thick enough to cut with a knife. No one dared to challenge Julian; they all opted to slip out of the ward like shadows, leaving him alone with Eloise, the very woman he sought to manipulate. The doctors had reassured them that Eloise had merely fainted-nothing of great concern. She was still very much alive, and her estate was not about to change hands in the blink of an eye.

stoop so low as to pressure her into signing documents while she was in such a vulnerable state. Besides, Eloise was no fool; she had always been sharp, always aware. As the last of the onlookers exited, Julian lingered for a moment, his

and she knew all too well that if she continued to feign unconsciousness, this man would not grant her the peace she desperately sought. With a reluctant sigh, she opened her eyes, feigning a weakness that didn't truly exist. "Julian, you're so busy. Why come here yourself?" she asked, her voice laced with a mixture of sarcasm and genuine curiosity. A faint curve of Julian's lips formed, but it was neither a smile nor a sign of mockery-just a flat, indifferent expression that

satisfaction in him. He rose from his chair at a leisurely pace, picked up the remote control, and without a second thought, adjusted the head of her hospital bed. He showed no concern for

floor, and positioned it right in front of her. A sharp slap echoed in the small room as he dropped a document onto the table with a flourish. "Sign it while you're still breathing," he instructed, his tone cool and devoid of any warmth. At the top of the document, the bold title

to spike. "You! What do you mean by this?" she shouted hoarsely, her voice cracking with disbelief. "I'm not even dead yet, and you're already scheming for my shares?" After her husband's passing, his will had meticulously divided the family assets. He had

unfazed. His expression was calm, almost detached, as if he were observing a lifeless body rather than a living opponent.

sheets as if they were a lifeline. "My shares, my money... Don't even think about it!" - Outside the room, Elliot stood guard by the door, a silent sentinel blocking anyone from entering. As muffled shouts echoed from within, Victor, unable to contain himself, attempted to rush inside, but Elliot's firm grip halted him in his tracks. "No one goes in until Mr. Sterling comes out," he stated with unwavering authority. "You!

softly, attempting to soothe him. "He came the moment he heard she fainted. Deep down, he still cares about her. They've always had this dynamic, arguing every time they meet." Her words were meant to be reassuring, though she was completely unaware of the true turmoil brewing inside that room. If she had an inkling of what was