Rachel Lynch’s coughing worsened, her lips trembled slightly, and she was breaking out in a cold sweat. ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝✶𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖✶𝕟𝕖𝕥 Nicholas Hollis, seeing her , hurried over to check on her. He reached out to feel her temperature, his eyes filled with shock. "Stella, you have a fever. I’ll call a doctor right away." It was originally planned for them to have a meal, but because of Rachel’s illness, the doctor had to come to examine her. Eleanor Hollis sat on the sofa, coldly watching the doctors fuss over Rachel, but in the end, they all shook their heads. "She needs to rest well for a while and must take her medication on time. If the fever doesn’t subside, she’ll have to be hospitalized; otherwise, it could fry her brain." The doctor’s words turned Nicholas Hollis’s face pale. This person was fine just yesterday; how did she end up today? Anna Hollis seized the opportunity and pointed accusingly at Eleanor, her face filled with anger. "The fortune teller said before that your fate clashes with mom’s; you’ll end up causing her death. Mom was still in good health yesterday, but ever since you arrived, she turned out ?! Eleanor Hollis, you really are the jinx of the Hollis Family, get out now!!" She spoke sharply, a tinge of glee in her eyes. Eleanor looked on coldly, then let out a derisive laugh. "I didn’t want to come in the first place; it was your father who begged me to. Anna Hollis, I know what you’re afraid of. You’re just afraid that if I come back to the Hollis Family, the love you enjoy will have to be shared with me, right? Don’t worry, what you cherish so much is nothing but garbage in my eyes." Her words turned Nicholas Hollis’s face pale instantly, and he gazed at her, hurt. The old man frowned slightly and sighed. "Eleanor, I know you resent the Hollis Family. Your father had no other choice back then. After the fortune teller said those things, your mother’s health deteriorated day by day, and she nearly died. You know how much your father loves your mother, so he had to send you away. Over the years, he’s sent about three hundred thousand dollars to the countryside to support you." The old man spoke in earnest, but ultimately sighed again. "Your dad had it tough too." But Eleanor seemed to catch the key point. Nicholas Hollis had sent money to the countryside? Why had she and her grandmother struggled all these years? Moreover, her grandmother never mentioned that Nicholas had sent any money. If her grandmother actually received the money, she would have definitely told her. It seemed she needed to investigate this matter thoroughly. She didn’t speak, quietly sitting on the sofa, while Rachel nearly fainted. Anna was rendered speechless by Eleanor’s comments, as every word struck a nerve. Indeed, that’s what she thought. However, she couldn’t admit this in front of her father and grandfather. Rachel’s condition was quite severe, and she was helped upstairs, while Anna went to take care of her, claiming she didn’t want to see this jinx. Soon, only Eleanor and the two men were left in the living room. Nicholas Hollis rubbed his temples, seemingly in distress, caught between his wife and daughter, finding it hard to please both. "Did you really send money to the countryside over the years? Can you give me that bank account?" She wanted to find out where the money went. Nicholas was surprised and then angry upon hearing her question. "Eleanor, you never received the money? How have you been living all these years?" Nicholas was shocked, angry, then slowly calmed down. "That account belongs to your uncle’s son. Your grandmother didn’t have a phone back then, and she didn’t welcome me, so she didn’t have a bank card. I transferred the money to your cousin’s card, hoping he would pass it on to you and your grandmother." So it was her uncle’s son, the gambler. "Didn’t you know my uncle and aunt are leeches? All they think about is taking money from Grandma. How could they possibly give it to us after receiving it, especially since my cousin is a gambler who probably lost it all these years." Seeing Eleanor’s indifferent demeanor, Nicholas finally realized where her resentment came from. From her perspective, since she never received the money, sending her away amounted to neglect. He didn’t know what to say, feeling his throat tighten. The old man slammed his hand on the table in fury. "This is an outrage! Get someone to bring that person from the countryside here immediately; I want him jailed!!" Nicholas felt the same way and immediately contacted the police station there to have that embezzler arrested. Eleanor’s mouth curled in irony; coming tonight had been quite the spectacle indeed. "With Mrs. Lynch , dinner is probably off. I’ll leave first and avoid being the one who truly brings misfortune." Generally speaking, a prominent family like the Hollises should not believe fortune tellers, but when desperate, people cling to any hope. Nicholas quietly closed his eyes; he never trusted the fortune teller back then. As an educated man, he didn’t believe in superstitions. But Rachel was barely hanging on at the time, leaving him no choice but to send Eleanor away. Now that Eleanor was back and Rachel got sick again, he had to wonder if his wife disliked their daughter enough to fake it. "Eleanor, let’s not worry about that now. We called you here for dinner tonight. Sit down; your mother can’t come down, and Anna wants to keep her company, so the three of us can have a quiet meal." Eleanor felt a trace of warmth from his words. If he had chosen to send her away just now, she swore she’d never set foot in the Hollis Family again. But he didn’t; he spoke to her kindly and also sent so much money to the countryside, showing he still cared about her. The old man also sat at the table, his eyes slightly red. "Oh, it’s been so long since I had a meal with Eleanor. You might be estranged from your grandpa now; I used to carry you often as a child." The old man spoke with both guilt and sorrow. After all, he had held her so many times; how could he not care? Eleanor’s eyes immediately grew red, but she looked down, masking her emotions well. The old man nodded quickly, "Alright, alright. Your grandmother is vacationing abroad and won’t be back soon, but I’m sure she wants to see you too." Eleanor didn’t care much for the old woman; she’d always heard that her grandmother was the most superstitious, likely half the reason she was sent away years ago. She responded blandly, picked up her chopsticks, and started eating slowly.