"Miss Hollis, your grandmother’s hospital bills have been overdue for three months. I know it’s difficult for you. The past few years of dialysis have drained all your savings. But the old lady is nearly seventy. Frankly, even if a suitable kidney were found, the surgery might not give her many more years. We advise you to think this through carefully. This surgery would cost at least 350,000, plus prior hospital expenses, making it around 500,000 altogether. Not to mention post-surgery care, which is another hefty sum."
The attending physician’s face was filled with helplessness as he looked at Eleanor Hollis, who was pale, and continued, "I am a doctor, and I must consider what’s best for the patient. But I also don’t want you, Miss Hollis, to be physically burdened by such a huge debt. We’ve all seen your devotion over the years. You’re still young and shouldn’t carry so much on your shoulders. That’s all I have to say, Miss Hollis. Please weigh your options carefully."
After Eleanor Hollis left the doctor’s office, her whole body trembled. She sat by her grandmother’s bed, suddenly at a loss for words.
Just when her body was about to stiffen with cold, she heard her phone ring. She took it out to see it was that long-missed number.
Grace Lynch, the white moonlight hidden in Nathaniel Quinn’s heart.
"Eleanor, I still have some savings here. I’ll transfer it to you shortly so you can get the surgery done."
Eleanor Hollis was not a fool. Having been in the Quinton Family for so many years, she knew Grace Lynch was not a benevolent person, but right now, she had no other choice.
"Alright, thank you."
"I heard you and Nathaniel got a divorce? Eleanor, has Nathaniel not treated you well these years? That’s just his temperament. Marriage requires compromise. You should hurry back. You’ve lived in the Quinton Manor for so many years; now that you’re out, you don’t even have a place to stay."
Eleanor Hollis gripped the phone tightly. Back when Grace Lynch was picked up by her grandmother, she was just a pitiful little girl who grew up with her, nurtured as a daughter. Yet, during the years her grandmother was ill, Grace was indifferent.
This sudden offer of money was merely to negotiate conditions.
If not for her grandmother, Grace Lynch would not have had a chance to marry into a prominent family, let alone marry the most cunning member of the Quinton Family.
Grace Lynch stood in the garden of Quinton Manor, filled with glee upon hearing of Eleanor Hollis’s divorce from Nathaniel Quinn, and that’s when she decided to make the call.
"Eleanor, I’m sorry, I didn’t know grandmother was ill, or I wouldn’t have ignored it. I’ve been living abroad these years, and no one told me about her condition." Official source ıs 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝✶𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖✶𝕟𝕖𝕥
Eleanor Hollis bit her lip, "Nathaniel has never let go of you. My divorce from him was inevitable."
"Are you still blaming me for what happened back then?"
Grace Lynch suddenly spoke in a low voice, her hands slowly clenching into fists. She had worried all these years that the secret she guarded would be exposed.
What happened back then?
Eleanor Hollis felt a pang in her heart. She was set up while trying to save Grace; when she woke up, she found Nathaniel Quinn lying next to her, while Grace and Hugo Quinn were found in another room.
Her grandfather was furious, taking them home, and a month later, she and Grace were forced to return to the Quinton Family because they were pregnant, both with Quinton Family children.
Her grandfather was a renowned professor and an old friend of the Quinton Family’s patriarch. To give him an explanation, the Quinton Family had Nathaniel marry her, and Hugo married Grace.
But later, she couldn’t keep the child, her health suffered, while Grace gave birth to a chubby son, securing her position instantly.