Eleanor always remembered Mia Winslow’s words: "The two of us are—". On the weekend, Eleanor went back to The Winslow Family, planning to find a way to secretly obtain DNA samples from Eugene Winslow and Mia Winslow. Unexpectedly, as soon as she entered, she saw Mia Winslow sitting by the floor-to-ceiling window, lost in thought. "Ha, what a rare guest." Mia Winslow sneered when she saw Eleanor. Eleanor handed the supplements she bought for courtesy to the servant, retorting, "You’re rare too, not out being a social butterfly today." Previously, Mia Winslow’s weekends were filled with various social parties, diligently establishing and reinforcing her image as a gentle and outstanding debutante. Seeing Eleanor, Mia Winslow felt upset, and the pain in her left wrist became clearer, forcing her to endure without trembling. This hand injury is becoming more uncontrollable! "I’m just going to grab something from my room and then leave." Eleanor said. Eleonor’s room before marriage was in the most secluded corner on the second floor. After she married Adrian Grant, Eugene Winslow, worried Adrian might blame him, didn’t dare to move Eleanor’s room randomly, leaving some of her belongings inside. Downstairs, Mia Winslow received a phone call, and the murmuring chatter echoed from below. Eleanor directly opened Mia Winslow’s adjacent door. The room was cleaned by servants every day, making it difficult to find even a strand of hair. Eleanor went straight to the washstand, took Mia Winslow’s electric toothbrush head off, put it in a sealed bag, tucked it into her purse, and replaced it with a new brush head she had prepared. Having done all this, Eleanor quickly left. As she reached the doorway, she suddenly froze! Mia Winslow had somehow walked up and was standing in the corridor outside, looking at Eleanor sinisterly. "Eleanor, what are you doing in my room?" Mia Winslow asked. "Heard something strange, went in to check." Eleanor retorted, "So, do you have something hideous or someone hidden in your room?" When Eleanor decided to use the simplest and most direct way to take a sample from Mia Winslow’s room, she was already prepared to be discovered. However, she was Mia Winslow’s sister, and sisters entering bedrooms didn’t seem inappropriate to others. Mia Winslow’s face turned ugly instantly, she pushed Eleanor aside and went into her room, opening drawers seemingly to check everything. "Who knows what you did inside or what you took!" Eleanor didn’t feel guilty, she stood outside without moving. If she followed Mia Winslow inside, she would have seen, when opening the wardrobe inside the closet, there was indeed someone hiding behind the swaying hem of a long gown! Mia Winslow came out of the room and closed the door behind her. Eleanor was already pretending to take an empty pen holder from her room, saying she was going to take it away. Mia Winslow was overwhelmed with the big trouble in her room and wished Eleanor would leave immediately. "Eleanor, have you divorced Adrian?" Mia Winslow suddenly asked. "What, you want to be Mrs. Grant?" Eleanor’s tone was full of sarcasm. Mia Winslow indeed wanted that. She had wanted it for so many years, how could she suddenly give up? In her view, Adrian’s care and favoritism towards her over the years were genuine. Regardless of the reason, she must continue to seize this favor! "So what if I am?" Mia Winslow admitted frankly, with a bit of provocation. Eleanor made a gesture of ’please’: "My divorce isn’t going smoothly, hope you hurry up!" Mia Winslow was so infuriated she almost fainted. What is Eleanor showing off! Mia Winslow’s right hand gripped her trembling left hand, anger in her eyes growing more evident. Just then, Eugene Winslow and Yvonne Vance returned. Seeing Eleanor there surprised them somewhat. Yvonne was about to say something when Mia Winslow suddenly chased after Eleanor: "Eleanor, stop right there! Explain yourself!" Newest update provided by novelFirｅ.net Seeing her reaching out towards her, Eleanor instinctively protected the toothbrush head sample in her pocket, but Mia Winslow pretended to trip on Eleanor, her whole body crashing into Eleanor! Eleanor’s body consequently collided with the garlic-shaped porcelain vase beside her, and the vase crashed to the ground, shattering! Fragments of porcelain pierced into human flesh! Yvonne shrieked, rushing over without hesitation to push Eleanor aside and lift Mia Winslow. Eleanor had just tried to get up, but the push caused her hand to rest down again. A piercing pain shot from her palm. Something warm was oozing from her palm. "Mom, my hand... my hand hurts so much..." Mia Winslow’s left forearm and wrist had various wounds, bright red blood continuously seeping from them. Mia Winslow’s left hand kept trembling, the frequency clearly abnormal and uncontrollable. Her forehead was drenched with cold sweat, her eyes filled with panic. "Sweetheart, don’t be afraid, Mom’s taking you to the hospital!" Yvonne comforted Mia Winslow, then turned venomously towards Eleanor, "Eleanor! Once wasn’t enough for you to harm my Mia, you want to harm her a second time!" "It was Mia who crashed into me." Eleanor spoke each word deliberately. "Obviously you tripped Mia deliberately, and knocked over the vase!" Yvonne wouldn’t listen, "Both your father and I saw it!" Eugene Winslow’s attention earlier wasn’t on the two daughters at all, but he knew very well Mia wouldn’t joke about her hand. "Dad, get Adrian here, I- I can’t feel my hand... I don’t want my hand to be ruined, I don’t want to be disabled..." Mia said tearfully, looking pitiful. "Right, right!" Eugene Winslow immediately dialed Adrian’s number, and it took a while before the call was answered. The receiver sounded Adrian’s indifferent reply: "Hello." Upon close listen, there was also a hint of impatience. "Son-in-law, Mia’s hand got pierced by many shards of porcelain, what do we do now? Her hand has been trembling constantly, there’s no feeling!" "Go to the private hospital she frequents!" Eugene Winslow’s phone volume was loud, and Eleanor clearly heard Adrian’s voice change instantly, his tension overflowing in his voice. "Eleanor, we’ll deal with you when we get back! You’d better pray that Mia’s hand is fine!" Eleanor hadn’t had the chance to speak when Eugene Winslow had already grabbed the car keys, swiftly heading with Yvonne to take Mia to the hospital, even the servants went along. The vast living room became eerily quiet. No one there gave her a chance to explain. Nor would anyone believe her explanation! The pain in her palm gradually numbed, Eleanor slowly raised her right hand, fingertips and palm covered with wounds and embedded glass, each movement bringing a stabbing pain. She endured the pain, took out her phone, and dialed Adrian’s number. The call was answered the next second, Eleanor was the one to speak first: "Adrian Grant, I want to see you, now." Adrian was probably driving, Eleanor heard the navigation voice. "Eleanor, I have something urgent right now." Adrian paused and added, "Later, okay?" In the past, he would never have thoughtfully said those last four words. In "okay?" Eleanor heard a different warmth and a subtle, imperceptible caution. Adrian Grant can be sweet in his coaxing too, huh? Yet, the premise of this sweetness is Adrian Grant rejecting her and choosing Mia Winslow! Indeed, no matter how many experiences, it will always be ! He can be tender and considerate for Mia Winslow, and Eleanor Winslow finds it extremely ironic. Eleanor looked at her other palm, a large shard embedded in it, pushed by Yvonne Vance earlier. Under the effect of adrenaline, she didn’t feel the pain at all. "Adrian Grant, you haven’t completed the divorce procedures with me, right? You are still my husband now, I need you now, will you reject me?" "Did they tell you why Mia Winslow’s hand was injured?" Eleanor didn’t want to hear his nonsense, "They will tell you it was me who hurt her." Just like a few years ago, it wasn’t her at all, but because of the crowd and "seeing is believing," they manage to dump dirty water on her! "Eleanor?" Adrian Grant’s voice turned puzzled and shocked. "What, so surprised?" Eleanor taunted, "Are you shocked that I hurt her again or that I’m so malicious? Adrian Grant, I’m giving you one last chance, now, come see me as my husband. Or, next time, bring the complete divorce contract!" "Zia, be good, there’s no one in the Winslow Family now, no one will bully you, play for a while, I’ll come soon." Adrian Grant stepped on the accelerator, speeding towards the hospital. No one will bully you? Eleanor sneered, hanging up the phone. Her heart felt like a tangled mess, as if something was squeezing it tightly, stifling and aching painfully. She felt as if she should be crying, but there was no thought of tears falling, her eyes were dry. Her hand wasn’t hurt anymore, but it was bloody, and the blood kept flowing out, very numb. Eleanor took a deep breath, wanting to stand. As soon as she exerted force, her vision turned black, and she fell back down. In the last moment before losing consciousness, Eleanor pulled out a tissue, crawled to where Mia Winslow had fallen, absorbed Mia’s blood, and put it in her bag. Don’t know how long it had been, Eleanor was awakened by noise and saw Jude Winslow’s face in the blur. Jude Winslow lifted her up into his arms, seeing Eleanor open her eyes, he sighed with great relief. "Damn, I thought you were dead! How do you end up bleeding so much!" The floor was covered in blood, Eleanor’s hand wounds were still bleeding, especially the left wrist, a large piece of porcelain was embedded, Jude Winslow wanted to block her with his hand but dared not touch her wound. Eleanor had no strength at all, her body felt cold, her eyelids were so heavy she couldn’t open them, closing her eyes again. "Eleanor, don’t sleep, I’ve called an ambulance!" Jude Winslow said anxiously. Eleanor managed to muster the strength to say a few words, "I won’t go..." "What? You have to go to the hospital, do you want to die? It’s not easy to live so long, don’t think wrongly!" "Not with... Mia Winslow... at the same... hospital." "The patient is losing too much blood, she would have died had you come any later!" The doctor educated sternly, "So many wounds on her hands, how can your family do nothing and send her to the hospital so late?" Jude Winslow, accused for no reason by the doctor, felt very wronged. But he didn’t dare to retort because Eleanor was lying pale as paper on the bed receiving a blood transfusion, both hands outstretched for two doctors to remove the porcelain shards one by one and bandage them. The pain was so intense that Eleanor couldn’t help but gasp. "Hey hey hey! Easy!" Jude Winslow couldn’t help but say. "If you think you can, go ahead!" The doctor glared at him. Jude Winslow could be flexible and adaptable: "... then I can’t." Jude Winslow couldn’t bear to see Eleanor’s hand wounds, asking Eleanor, "Does it hurt? If it hurts, why don’t you cry a little?" Eleanor was in pain, but didn’t want to cry. Seeing Jude Winslow look at her wound, grinning and baring his teeth, she felt warmth in her heart. Luckily, within the Winslow Family, there was still someone who cared for her. "Eleanor, you got scalded recently, and now you’re hurt this bad, how did this happen?" Jude Winslow rambled on, "You’ve been so unlucky lately, why not offer some incense?" Eleanor didn’t have the energy to mock his selective superstition and didn’t want to discuss her grievances with Mia Winslow. She didn’t want to drag Jude Winslow directly into this, as if forcing him to choose between her and Mia Winslow. "What on earth happened?" Jude Winslow relentlessly asked, seeing Eleanor still unwilling to speak, he pulled out his phone, "If you won’t say, I’ll ask Adrian Grant myself!" "No calling him!" Eleanor spoke to stop. She had lost too much blood, had no strength, and struggled to breathe just saying this. Jude Winslow watched her suspiciously, his not very smart brain began working quickly: "Why? It was him who called me to return home immediately to accompany you, resulting in finding you lying in a pool of blood... does he know you’re injured?" "Jude, I’m divorcing him, I’m not joking, if you consider me your sister, can you not call him? Don’t tell him?" Jude Winslow eats soft rather than hard, sheepishly putting away the phone: "Ah... ah... but... alright." But, is Adrian Grant someone he can just hide from? His sister really looked up to him! Just thinking that, suddenly several doctors came in to replace the previous ones. Subsequently, a familiar face appeared behind those doctors. Eleanor was about to sit up, only to be half-forcedly supported back to the hospital bed by Julian Jacobs. "I switched you to a surgical specialist, the previous ones were ER doctors, skilled but specialization matters." Julian Jacobs explained the sudden doctor switch warmly. Eleanor’s mind was not functioning well from blood loss: "Senior, why are you here?" "I’m a frequent visitor to the hospital, just happened to hear a doctor mention a particularly beautiful girl here, came to check it out." Julian Jacobs said half-truthfully. Eleanor didn’t know what to say: "Thank you, Senior." "Don’t talk now, rest well." Julian Jacobs, experienced from frequent illness, understood Eleanor’s current state well. The palm pain was intense, her head felt groggy, Eleanor couldn’t withstand the body’s weakness, finally closing her eyes. Leaving Jude Winslow and the suddenly appearing Senior Jacobs staring at each other. "You... with my sister... uh?" Jude Winslow didn’t know how to begin, "Are you the pretty boy Eleanor keeps?" Julian Jacobs glanced at Jude’s hands still covered in blood and reminded, "Young Master Winslow, maybe wash your hands first."