Eleanor returned to her villa around midnight, her heart weighed down by guilt and sorrow. The Grants had revealed so much about her mother that she felt utterly shattered. Her guilt for not respecting or loving her mother had grown exponentially, and she couldn't even bring herself to hate the Whitmore family anymore. She was mostly angry at herself—for being so naïve, so blind. It was now clear how they had slowly fed her false information, brainwashing her into their puppet. The signs had always been there, but she had failed to see them, blinded by misplaced trust in Jeanne and Jennifer.
As she entered the house, she saw Ethan sitting in a chair, reviewing some documents. He looked up and immediately noticed her frozen in the doorway. Eleanor's mind was a storm of emotions; she didn't know what to do.