"Marcus is also your child."
Hugo Quinn raised his head to look at her, his gaze deep.
Jean Nash swallowed, her hands instantly clenched into fists.
"In my eyes, a child is not that important. If I can use him to restrain you, I won’t show any mercy."
Hugo’s face instantly turned cold, but thinking of something, he didn’t continue to speak.
Jean Nash stood up and went upstairs, feeling a fire burning in her chest, wanting to vent but unable to do so.
Hugo raised an eyebrow; as long as there’s no engagement, everything else can be discussed, and in the end, the two billion will eventually end up in his pocket.
The news of Hugo Quinn and Jean Nash’s engagement cancellation spread quickly, Eleanor Hollis also heard it from Samantha Sullivan, and her long gloomy mood finally got a little better.
Samantha finally took this opportunity to invite her out, and the two met at an ice cream shop.
When she saw Eleanor Hollis, she felt a bit of heartache.
"You’ve lost a lot of weight."
Samantha sat down and ordered a set meal.
Eleanor nodded, she also noticed it when she looked in the mirror recently, she had lost at least ten pounds, mainly because she didn’t have an appetite for anything.
"I don’t know what happened between you two, but since Hugo decided to cancel the wedding, there must be a turnaround. Eleanor, let’s wait a little longer; I don’t believe Hugo would abandon you."
She had watched the two of them come this far and absolutely didn’t believe Hugo would abandon Eleanor Hollis.
Eleanor Hollis curved her lips slightly, not saying a word.
Samantha reached out and held her hand, sighing.
"Evan Yancy and I are together thanks to your help. Seeing you unhappy now really makes me feel bad. Where are you staying now? Do you want to come to my house? At least someone will accompany you."
Eleanor shook her head; the world of Samantha and Evan shouldn’t be disturbed by her, and they had to take care of a child, so she’d feel awkward if she went.
"Samantha, I’m okay. It’s just that the sadness can’t be avoided, after all the love we had. I’m only recently feeling a lack of appetite, but it’s not that I’m not eating."
Samantha let go of her hand and placed the ice cream the waiter brought in front of her.
"Have something sweet. I don’t know what’s going on between the two of you, and you won’t say, so just handle it yourselves."
Eleanor lowered her head, silently picked up a spoon, and dug into the ice cream.
She hadn’t been out in a long time, like an ostrich hiding in a room, unwilling to face the world outside, as if that way, she wouldn’t know the news about Hugo and them.
The two sat there for a while, Samantha talked about her child, and when she got to the happy parts, her eyes crinkled with joy.
Eleanor felt happy for her; at least she and Evan had finally found happiness after the hardships.
When they parted, she took the initiative to hug Samantha.
Samantha was also a bit emotional, tears glistening in her eyes.
"Eleanor, if you’re going to leave Serenford, please let me know. I don’t want you to leave without me knowing."
She knew Eleanor’s temperament; if she truly intended to give up this relationship entirely, she’d definitely leave Serenford for a place where no one knew her.
Eleanor’s lips curled up, and she patted Samantha’s back.
"Don’t worry, I won’t leave that quickly. I’ll wait and see, wait for a final answer."
Now Hugo and Jean haven’t gotten engaged, next month’s engagement is canceled too, like Samantha said, maybe there’s still hope.
After they separated, Eleanor gazed at the city’s sky in a daze, suddenly remembering that she hadn’t been to the countryside for a long time. She hadn’t visited her grandmother’s grave since her passing; maybe she could take this opportunity to go to the countryside for a visit.
Eleanor was a person of action; once the thought emerged, she went home, packed her things, and headed for the countryside.
By the time she arrived in the countryside, it was already the early morning of the next day. The sky hadn’t yet brightened, and the moonlight spilled on the ground like a layer of silver frost.
Eleanor carried her suitcase, following the rural paths, heading in the direction of home.
When she was almost home, the sky had already begun to lighten; the rural sky brightens quickly.
Along the way, many people were busy in the fields, taking advantage of the early hours to do farm work.
"Oh, isn’t that Eleanor? You’ve come back."
"Eleanor has grown more beautiful."
Eleanor was smiling the whole way until she stood at the doorway of her home.
The house had been unoccupied for a long time, with quite a few leaves scattered around the courtyard.
She walked in, her footsteps making crunchy noises on the leaves.
Someone asked, pushing the door open and stepping out.
Stella Lynch opened the door, seeing Eleanor standing outside, she instantly seemed a bit awkward.
"I just came to tidy up the house; now that the elderly aren’t here, it’s all dusty inside."
There had been a lot of unpleasantness between the two before, and now facing each other so suddenly, the atmosphere felt a bit subtle.
Eleanor said lightly, stepping past her to enter.
The house was indeed very clean, looking hardly abandoned.
She said this to Stella Lynch, noticing a trace of surprise and delight on Stella’s face.
"I should, I should; I didn’t do much for the elderly while they were here, so I must do something now."
Stella Lynch was holding a basin of dirty water, "Are you planning to sleep here tonight? The quilts are all in the cabinet; I occasionally take them out to sun, they’re very clean."
Eleanor nodded, placing her suitcase in the inner room, only to find that Stella Lynch had already left, seemingly returning to her own home.
Everyone changes, not just her.
When the day fully brightened, she moved a chair outside; the countryside morning and night are cooler, suitable for sitting outside and enjoying the breeze.
Eleanor lay on the chair, her eyes half-closed, seemingly forgetting all the unhappiness of Serenford for a moment.
If she could spend her life here, it would be a beautiful thing; at least she could stay here with her grandmother.
Until noon, Stella Lynch brought over homemade steamed buns and dumplings, leaving them before going.
Eleanor ate a couple simply, placing the rest in the fridge.
Stella’s cooking was quite good; it was the first time she knew what the other made, as before her grandmother’s death, their interaction was always tense. Thıs content belongs to novel•fire.net
She sighed a bit and turned on the TV, where Hugo’s scandal was airing.
Many reporters were interviewing him, asking why he canceled the engagement.
"Mr. Quinn, was it because you can’t forget your ex-wife that you canceled the engagement?"
A reporter asked such a sharp question, thrusting the microphone towards Hugo.
Sitting in front of the TV, Eleanor froze, holding her breath.
Hugo gave the reporter a slight glance, his gaze calm.
"I won’t elaborate much on Miss Nash and my matters; when the time is right, the truth will be revealed."