The corridor fell into an immediate silence. Jude Winslow, being a coward, sensed the tense atmosphere and quietly moved half a step to the side. "I’ll go in and take a look." Adrian Grant had just placed his hand on the doorknob of the hospital room when it opened from the inside. Julian Jacobs walked out from within. Adrian Grant was momentarily stunned, but he wasn’t too surprised that Julian Jacobs had quickly learned about Eleanor Winslow’s hospitalization; with the Jacobs Family’s capabilities, it wasn’t difficult to keep more than a few eyes on Eleanor. "Young Master Grant, you’re quite early." Julian Jacobs shut the door behind him. "Young Master Jacobs, you’re earlier." Adrian Grant replied. The former was a sarcastic remark implying Adrian Grant was late. The latter was a retort implying Julian Jacobs was too early. Even Jude Winslow, with his limited wits, understood the unspoken meaning and was quite shocked: "Brother-in-law, you know him? You knew Eleanor was having an affair all along?" He had been thinking about how to defend Eleanor, but this was even better—he wasn’t needed at all! Jude Winslow, with a ’you are magnanimous, brother-in-law’ expression, gave Adrian Grant a thumbs up. Julian Jacobs, hearing this, glanced at Jude Winslow but offered no explanation, accepting the role of the so-called ’kept man’ and looked at Adrian Grant. Adrian Grant gritted his back teeth: "Young Master Jacobs is certainly accommodating." So he actually was a ’kept man’! Julian Jacobs chuckled: "I’ve been through several close calls with death and don’t put much stock in societal reputation and fame." If he could be a ’kept man,’ why not? "Please step aside." Adrian Grant was not interested in a verbal spat with Julian Jacobs. Julian Jacobs stood unwavering at the room’s entrance, "Eleanor is resting." "Julian Jacobs, under what capacity are you stopping me?" Adrian Grant’s face was icy cold. "Didn’t the kid say it already? A ’kept man.’" Julian Jacobs dropped his amiable facade. He said, "Adrian Grant, when Eleanor was brought here, both her hands were covered in wounds. The deepest cut nearly severed an artery. Where were you when she was injured? Where were you when she was too weak to even speak? You were by Mia Winslow’s side! Tending to another woman! Adrian Grant, as Eleanor’s husband, you arrived at the hospital much later than I did, an outsider. Is that reasonable? What gives you the right to flaunt your status before me?" Every word from Julian Jacobs was a wake-up call, like a slap in the face for Adrian Grant. Thɪs chapter is updated by novelꜰire.net Adrian Grant’s complexion was extremely grim. Partly due to Julian Jacobs’ overt declaration to protect Eleanor, and also because every word Julian Jacobs said was irrefutable. The atmosphere was tense and frigid, Jude Winslow looked from Julian Jacobs to Adrian Grant, too frightened and helpless to speak. "Uh, I’ll go check on Eleanor." Jude Winslow didn’t want to stay in the same space as these two any longer. Adrian Grant tried to follow, but was blocked by Julian Jacobs. "Young Master Grant, why not wait until Eleanor wakes up and see if she wants to meet you. The patient is physically weak and can’t handle any emotional turmoil." Adrian Grant, suppressing his heartache, retorted defiantly, "How long have you known her to assume she doesn’t want to see me?" "Adrian Grant, if she wasn’t truly heartbroken, would she remain so unresponsive when her wounds are dressed in pain?" Adrian Grant’s pupils trembled fiercely. Jude Winslow, moving swiftly, slipped into the hospital room and shut the door behind him. Once inside, Jude Winslow felt the air suddenly become richer in oxygen. After catching his breath, he raised his eyes to see Eleanor Winslow was already awake in bed, quietly watching him. "Um..." Jude Winslow pointed outside, "Adrian Grant is here." "Mm." Eleanor’s response was lukewarm. The soundproofing in the VIP hospital room was excellent, she hadn’t actually heard anything, but she didn’t know why she had suddenly woken up. She guessed Adrian Grant had arrived after seeing Jude Winslow scramble in like a great relief. "Adrian Grant was held back by your ’kept man.’ Do you want to see him? Which one do you want to see?" Jude Winslow dramatically held his neck, "You wouldn’t believe how intense it is out there, I nearly wanted to call for help!" Eleanor took a moment to process the term ’kept man’ before she realized who Jude Winslow was referring to. "He’s my senior, named Julian Jacobs, the only son of the Jacobs Family in Solis, not some ’kept man.’" "The only son of the Jacobs Family in Solis? Damn, a guy like that and you managed to snag him!" "... This is utterly pointless!" With her body slightly recovered, Eleanor’s mind came back online quickly, and she asked, "Where are my clothes?" Eleanor was wearing a hospital gown, her blood-stained regular clothes thrown into the dirty laundry basket. She asked Jude Winslow to fetch them, felt through the bag for the sealed pouch with the toothbrush head and the bloody tissue, and secretly let out a sigh of relief. "And Adrian Grant...?" Jude Winslow, always mindful of his dear brother-in-law, gestured outward. "Did he bring any documents when he came?" Eleanor asked calmly. Jude Winslow shook his head. To visit his wife in the hospital and bring documents along—how heartless! "Then I don’t want to see him." Jude Winslow moved to the bedside and asked Eleanor, "Is there really no chance between you and him? He did send me to find you today; he cares about you." "Jude, before I passed out, the last call I made was to Adrian Grant, and he didn’t come to see me." Eleanor spoke with an even tone and no longer showed a hint of sadness, "If he truly cared about me, it wouldn’t have been you who found me lying in a pool of blood and took me to the hospital; it should have been him." Jude Winslow stood there stunned. So Adrian Grant really was the heartless one!