Listening to her mother, Yara Ross, Eleanor Bishop's eyes filled with anguish. "Mom, why do you insist on tying me to Jason Lockwood? Hasn't he made our lives miserable enough?"
"If you hadn't been so disobedient and refused to marry him, our family wouldn't have ended up in this state."
Utterly exhausted, Eleanor Bishop whispered in a voice full of helplessness and pain, "I'm a person, not a commodity for you to trade."
"Eleanor, you're our only daughter. Can't you just step up and go beg Jason to help us?"
"Mom, I'm tired. I don't want to talk about this with you anymore." 'Beg? Help? Haven't I begged enough over the past few years?'
Watching Eleanor Bishop go inside, Yara Ross decided to try and talk some more sense into her. 'Now that Jason is willing to bring Eleanor home, they must be getting along better.'
