Mia Winslow turned her face away, looking like she felt wronged, as if saying, ’You’re slandering me, I don’t want to talk to you any further.’ "There’s no point in discussing this here. Mia Winslow, I don’t care about your relationship with Vincent Preston, or any contact you’ve had with him. The police will investigate these things," Eleanor Winslow said with no hesitation, truly intending to leave. Upon hearing the word ’police’, panic finally appeared in Mia Winslow’s eyes. A mother knows her daughter best. Just that small expression let Yvonne Vance know that Eleanor was not lying. This whole thing really involved Mia! If they call the police, her daughter’s life would be ruined... Yvonne Vance didn’t think twice and chased after Eleanor to stop her. But before she could get close, Charles Rhodes blocked her way. The way Charles stood protectively behind Eleanor was too obvious. Yvonne Vance’s smile was awkward and insincere: "Rhodes, I’m family to Eleanor, I wouldn’t hurt her, there’s no need for this..." "Is that so?" Charles smiled, laden with sarcasm. If she wouldn’t harm Eleanor, then who sent her to a mental hospital? And who almost got him into a car crash before being kidnapped? Eugene Winslow, who had been silent, averted his eyes and stopped looking at Eleanor. Yvonne shouted with a twisted expression, "Eleanor, back then Mia didn’t let you go to jail, you can’t do this!" Eleanor paused for a moment and said in a low voice, "Auntie Vance, negotiating doesn’t work just by talking. Isn’t that something you should understand well?" "Don’t they need you there?" Eleanor asked Charles who was following her, "Blake is here to take care of me, you should go back and look after him." Him, him, him—why not just say his name? "Ma’am, you still care about President Grant," Charles couldn’t help but say. Eleanor caught the implication and glanced at him, "If you get hurt because of me, I would be concerned too." Charles quickly waved his hands. He didn’t dare to take on this care. He didn’t want to get hurt. Blake Lockwood and Eleanor couldn’t cook, so the two of them went to a restaurant to eat before returning home. "I feel like someone’s watching us," Eleanor whispered to Blake, tilting her head. "Trevor Hawthorne hired bodyguards to follow me." Blake looked around, "Adrian Grant probably has someone following you too." After all that’s happened, Adrian Grant couldn’t possibly let her be by herself outside. "Aren’t you going to the hospital to see Adrian Grant?" After this incident, Blake’s impression of Adrian improved a bit, "But Eleanor, my speaking in his favor doesn’t affect my support for your decision, whether it’s divorce or not." Eleanor felt warmth in her heart and nodded in agreement. She hugged Blake and softly said, "Blake, I feel the same way." —I support whatever decision you make, whether it’s a divorce or not. Eleanor slept fitfully, constantly having dreams— At one moment, flames surged towards her after an explosion, and at the crucial moment, a man appeared out of nowhere, shielding her from the engulfing fire... At another moment, it was Adrian Grant on his knees, humbly crawling towards her... Exhilarating scenes kept shifting, then turned into Adrian lying on the ground covered in blood. "Eleanor! Eleanor, wake up!" Eleanor jolted awake, seeing Blake’s worried face. "Had a nightmare?" Blake comfortingly stroked Eleanor’s back. Eleanor still hadn’t fully come to herself, so she just murmured a sound in agreement. "Dreamt of Adrian Grant, didn’t you?" Eleanor looked at her, as if to say: How did you know? Blake glanced at her phone and said, "Charles sent a message saying Adrian Grant has relapsed, he’s feverish and in a coma." Eleanor almost instinctively wanted to get out of bed to go to the hospital, but reason made her stop and she confusedly asked, "Why did Charles tell you?" Blake shrugged, "Probably thought telling you directly seemed too purposeful, but telling me would achieve the same objective?" Old foxes all around, no need to pretend their intentions. Eleanor pursed her lips. Indeed, if Adrian Grant’s people told her directly that his condition had worsened, she might reply adversely, ’I’m not a doctor.’ But with Charles telling Blake, it put the choice back in her hands. If she didn’t want to go, she could act like she didn’t know, and it wouldn’t burden her. Yet precisely because of this, Eleanor felt burdened instead. In the middle of the night, at the end of the hallway in the VIP ward section, more than ten people stood outside the room. Grant family relatives got word and rushed to the hospital, wanting to enter the room but were stopped by Charles outside, only able to peek in from outside. "Charles, you’re just a hired assistant, what right do you have to block us? We’re all Grants, relatives of Adrian Grant!" "Exactly! Let us in already!" When Eleanor arrived at the hospital, she saw several Grant family uncles giving Charles a hard time, demanding to enter the ward. "Ma’am, you actually came!" Special Assistant Rhodes went from stern and impartial to beaming with delight upon seeing Eleanor. "Didn’t you want me to?" Eleanor retorted, arms crossed, seeing through his ploy. Charles laughed, "I couldn’t want more—it’s President Grant who wanted you here!" Several Grant uncles saw Eleanor heading into the ward and insisted on going in too. Woken from a nightmare in the dead of night, and now rushing to the hospital without sleep, Eleanor’s mood was already bad, and seeing these elder-bullies only fueled her irritation. "Seems everyone’s heard. Adrian Grant survived the explosion this time, was shot, has internal bleeding, and is seriously injured. You all want to take advantage of his weakened state, to show goodwill for future benefits, am I right? It’s really hard work—keeping tally sheets all night long at your age," Eleanor mercilessly tore apart their motives, leaving no face. So many people entering the ward, how’s Adrian supposed to rest as a patient? Besides, who knows if anyone among them hopes Adrian dies on that hospital bed. Only then will those youngsters in their family have a chance! The crowd was indignant: "Winslow, that’s really harsh! We’re your elders after all!" ᴛhis chapter is ᴜpdated by 𝚗𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚕·𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚎·𝚗𝚎𝚝 "Eleanor, aren’t you divorcing Adrian? Why are you still here?" "Haven’t divorced yet?" Eleanor chuckled, "Uncles, as of this moment, right here and now, the name on Adrian Grant’s spouse column is mine. I not only have the authority to make decisions for him but I can also whisper in his ear about who bullies me!" Who, who the hell bullied her! The crowd, silenced by Eleanor’s sarcastic words, was left speechless. Eleanor instructed Charles to hold them back and walked into the ward herself. Who knew, as soon as she entered, the supposedly unconscious man was wide awake, staring straight at her.