Eleanor blinked her eyes. Her marriage to Adrian Grant was not made public; only those in their circle knew. In the same circle, the surname Jiang... Eleanor reviewed the situation of each family in her mind, and the final result of the filtering left only one— "Senior, are you from the Jacobs Family in Solis?" Julian Jacobs nodded. Only the Jacobs Family of Solis, the richest in Solis, could be called ’Jacobs Family in Solis.’ The foundation of the Jacobs Family is not as strong as the Grant Family, but its development momentum is not worse than the Grant Family. Since Julian Jacobs is from the Jacobs Family in Solis, why didn’t he have the family lawyer look at the patent contract before, and instead asked her, a student who hasn’t graduated yet, for help? Eleanor was a bit confused: "Senior, since you know about my relationship with Adrian Grant, and you know Adrian, then when you ran into him a couple of days ago..." "Are you trying to say my actions offended someone?" Julian Jacobs smiled nonchalantly, "Junior, some people always have to confront each other head-on, sooner or later, it’s the same." Always confront each other head-on? The Jacobs Family and the Grant Family have always minded their own business, where is this confrontation from? Before Eleanor could figure out the reasoning behind it, she suddenly felt a scorching gaze coming over. She instinctively glanced around but saw no suspicious person. "What’s wrong?" Julian Jacobs asked. Eleanor shook her head: "It’s nothing." Julian Jacobs’ gaze silently passed over Eleanor’s shoulder, looking out at a black Maybach outside the floor-to-ceiling window behind her. In the rearview mirror of the Maybach, Adrian Grant’s face was reflected. Adrian Grant lowered the car window and looked over unreservedly, locking eyes with Julian Jacobs. Suddenly, Eleanor’s phone rang. It was a call from Jeanette Grant. "Eleanor, can you come to the hospital? Grandma is sick and hospitalized, in a bad mood, and she’s starting to take it out on innocent people, getting picky about the food." Jeanette Grant complained pitifully. "Is it serious?" Eleanor immediately stood up from her seat. "Very serious! The soups and porridge that she usually loved, she now says the soup cooked by the home chef is not tasty, and the porridge is tasteless, becoming so hard to please!" She meant to ask if Old Madam Grant’s illness was serious. "Forget it, I’ll come right away." As she finished her sentence, Eleanor remembered to ask, "Is Adrian Grant there?" "My third brother? He’s not here! He’s so busy. If he took care of Grandma, who would earn money for us to spend?" "..." That was so like Jeanette Grant, an undeniable truth but inadvertently offensive. "What happened?" Julian Jacobs asked first when Eleanor hung up the phone. "An elder is sick and hospitalized, I have to go see." Eleanor glanced at the unfinished meal and apologized, "Sorry, senior, I have to leave today." "It’s okay, visiting an elder is important." Julian Jacobs was slightly disappointed. Old Madam Grant was at a high-end private hospital under the Grant Group, staying in a VIP suite on the top floor. When Eleanor arrived, she saw Third Aunt Grant and Jesse Grant about to enter the ward. "What are you doing here?" Third Aunt Grant instinctively shielded Jesse Grant, afraid Eleanor would cling to her son. Jesse Grant’s eyes lit up with happiness: "Eleanor!" Third Aunt Grant glared at her son, scolding: "Shut up!" Jesse Grant hummed defiantly, muttering in a low voice: "She’s about to divorce Third Brother." Eleanor pretended not to hear Jesse Grant’s words and not to see this person. She said to Third Aunt Grant, "I heard Grandma was hospitalized, so I came to visit." "Who cares about your visiting—" Before Third Aunt Grant could finish her disdainful words, Jeanette Grant heard and walked out, rushing over as if she saw a lifeline, dragging Eleanor’s hand to the ward. Exclaiming like showing off a treasure to the people inside: "Grandma, look who’s here!" Old Madam Grant lay on the hospital bed. In just a week, she had already lost noticeable weight, with a clearly sickly look on her face. The originally dispirited old lady, upon seeing Eleanor, opened her eyes wide with pleasant surprise: "Eleanor!" "Grandma, why are you sick?" Eleanor held her hand with heartache. "Isn’t it just some people causing it, having good days but insisting on getting a divorce!" Third Aunt Grant said with a sarcastic tone. It caused her son’s heart to go wild, even daring to revive old thoughts! The Grant family’s members all heard about Eleanor and Adrian Grant’s divorce. "Grandma, I’m sorry..." Although she didn’t like Third Aunt Grant’s words, Eleanor couldn’t avoid responsibility for Old Madam Grant’s illness. "It’s not your fault. Grandma just... Grandma just couldn’t understand it for a while." She truly liked this granddaughter-in-law, but why is there a divorce? "Eleanor, is there really no chance for you and Adrian anymore?" Old Madam Grant looked at Eleanor unwillingly. Eleanor didn’t want to hurt her heart, but she also couldn’t lie: "Grandma, there isn’t." The divorce agreement is already signed. Old Madam Grant had no appetite and had been refusing to eat before. Now that Eleanor personally fed her, everything tasted good to her. Patients need more rest, so Eleanor coaxed Old Madam Grant to sleep again. The old lady didn’t want to and childishly said: "When I wake up, you will be gone." Eleanor promised her: "I promise you, I won’t leave. You rest for a while, and I’ll be here when you wake up." Only then did Old Madam Grant close her eyes. Third Aunt Grant and Second Aunt Grant were filled with jealousy. Why does the old lady like Eleanor so much? Could it be that none of her daughters-in-law, granddaughters, and grandsons catch her eye! When Old Madam Grant fell asleep, the group left the ward. But as soon as they came out, Eleanor saw a man added to the sofa in the living room. Adrian Grant, in a suit and tie, sat with legs crossed. No one knew how long he had been sitting, but his calm gaze immediately locked onto Eleanor. She pulled Jeanette Grant aside, lowered her voice, and questioned: "Didn’t you say he wasn’t here?" Jeanette Grant looked innocent: "Third Brother really wasn’t here just now!" Since you’re here, how could Third Brother not be here? Seeing Adrian Grant have no happy reaction towards Eleanor, Third Aunt Grant naturally assumed that Eleanor had already fallen out of favor and looked at Eleanor with disdain: "Some people must have regretted it and don’t want a divorce anymore, so they quickly came to please the old lady!" ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ n0velfire.net "Third Aunt, I called Eleanor here." Jeanette Grant looked at Third Aunt like she was an idiot, "If I didn’t call Eleanor, could you have managed Grandma? Nonsense!" Third Aunt Grant was angry enough to want to scold this brainless niece, but seeing Second Aunt Grant next to her, who was extremely protective of her daughters, she held back. Eleanor glanced at the man on the sofa, feeling a bit awkward. Seeing him staring at her, Eleanor explained: "I heard Grandma was sick and was a bit worried, so I came to see." Implying that she wasn’t reluctant to leave despite signing the divorce agreement. "Hmm." Adrian Grant stood up, "Are you coming again tomorrow? After you finish work, I’ll have Charles Rhodes pick you up." Why are you acting so naturally? Didn’t we already sign the divorce agreement?