Clara's POV

Arriving at the community gate with the chicken, I saw Eleanor with a cold face.

Eleanor approached me when she saw me and stood in my way. "I have something to say to you."

"I'm busy!" I refused her directly.

"Just a few words." Eleanor had especially waited and come, so naturally, she would not let me go. "Clara Whitmore, name a price!"

"Name a price?"

"That's right. I know you resented it when you divorced without receiving any share of property. So, you've come back ...