"Officer, you can take the person away now. I’ve handed over the evidence to you. I hope you can make a fair judgment." Lan Yancy said to the police officer beside him. The officer started sweating again; these people’s method of solving cases was really cunning, and the evidence was more than enough to send Grace Lynch to prison for several years. "Rest assured, we will do our utmost." Grace had no interest in listening to what the two said next. She was weak all over as she was locked in the cell, and only when she saw the blue sky fading away outside did she realize she was truly finished. If she’d known it would end , she would never have provoked Eleanor Hollis in the first place. Perhaps she could have used her money to make a living in Serenford. Unfortunately, her deep hatred for Eleanor led to her current predicament. Eleanor didn’t know that Grace had been imprisoned, she only heard from Hugo Quinn that the issue had been resolved. She trusted him, so she didn’t inquire further about the masked man. These days, she was taking care of Hugo in the villa, offering tea, bringing water, making coffee, massaging legs and shoulders, doing whatever she could. Whenever she thought about refusing, Hugo would look at her injured arm with a lingering gaze. Then Eleanor would feel a surge of guilt, reminding herself that Hugo wouldn’t have been hurt if not for her. Because of this guilt, Hugo had taken full advantage of her these days. All that was left was for him to coax her into bed. Three days later, Eleanor received a call from the Hollis Family, saying that her uncle’s son had arrived and asked her to come see him. Eleanor didn’t really want to go, so she just told them to handle it well. But Nicholas Hollis’s voice was full of difficulty. "Your uncle is also here, wailing and crying. Eleanor, aren’t you going to come over?" There was a trace of disgust in Eleanor’s eyes. She was well aware of Liam Lynch’s character, and now that he knew his only son might go to jail, he was truly scared. "I’m not going. Do what needs to be done. My uncle thinks I’m a pushover; if I do come, he’d probably kneel in front of me, snot and tears, begging me to forgive his son." Nicholas felt a pang of sympathy. Having relatives like these in the countryside must have made life tough for her. "Alright, I know what to do." He sighed and slowly hung up the phone. In front of him knelt Liam Lynch, who was continuously kowtowing and admitting his mistakes. "Mr. Hollis, my son was just momentarily confused, please spare him considering he still doesn’t understand things well." Nicholas, not being a soft-hearted person, felt only annoyance at his behavior. "Doesn’t understand? He’s a year older than Eleanor, isn’t he? Do you have any idea what three million means? If I send him to prison, he’ll never come out in this lifetime, especially as that money was meant for my daughter. He intercepted it halfway, causing her to suffer all these years. Do you think I would forgive him? The police will be here soon. You’d better cherish this last time with your son." Liam Lynch was genuinely frightened now. When his son was kidnapped, he knew something had gone wrong. But he never thought that the other side would privately take over three million. That was over three million, and he lost it all; how could the Hollis Family let them off? Fresh chapters posted on 𝗻𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹✶𝗳𝗶𝗿𝗲✶𝗻𝗲𝘁 "Eleanor! Eleanor has always loved this uncle of hers, as long as I talk to her properly, she’ll surely forgive me!" Liam Lynch had no other method now and could only pin his hopes on Eleanor. There was a flash of ruthlessness in Nicholas’s eyes. Sure enough, what Eleanor said was right— this person saw her as an easy target. He curled his lips, "I’m not letting you see Eleanor. Someone like you can only defile her eyes." As soon as he finished speaking, the police arrived. "Take him away. If my money isn’t returned, let him be locked up for life." Embezzling this much money already means a long sentence, and since it was money belonging to the Hollis Family, it’s likely he’ll never see freedom again. "No!! No! Dad, help me!!" The man being dragged away shouted desperately; he never thought the carefree time he enjoyed after getting the money would lead to this day. For so many years, the issue hadn’t been exposed. How did it catch up to him today? "Mr. Hollis! Mr. Hollis! I beg you, he’s my only son, please for the sake of Eleanor, spare him!" Liam Lynch started to cry, having raised a son to ensure his old age security, and now if this only son is gone, how will he survive? But Nicholas couldn’t hear a word. Thinking of how that money didn’t reach Eleanor and how she had suffered for so many years, he wished he could skin that man alive. Seeing his unwavering heartlessness, Liam Lynch collapsed to the ground and was ultimately dragged out. His mind was blank; with his son gone, the Lynch family line was essentially severed. Nicholas rubbed his temples, feeling irritated. If he had known the money would be embezzled, he should have delivered it himself at intervals. The more he thought, the more he felt guilty towards his daughter, Eleanor. Rachel Lynch came downstairs around this time, probably because Eleanor hadn’t visited the Hollis Family recently, her health was better and she looked well. "Nicholas, Anna mentioned she’s interested in a certain car, and I’m thinking of getting it for her." Nicholas frowned; Anna Hollis was just 22, and there were already several luxury cars in the garage; why did she need more? He thought about Anna’s life over the years, then about Eleanor, and felt really upset. "Didn’t you just buy one not long ago? You two should tone it down. Stella, think about the life Eleanor has led all these years. As her mother, do you feel no remorse? I truly wonder if Eleanor is really your daughter." He was certain Eleanor was his child because their features were similar. Rachel’s face turned pale upon hearing his words, and she clenched her palms. "Nicholas, how could you say that? They’re both my children. How could I not feel heartache?" "Your idea of heartache is not saying a word, then buying your youngest daughter a luxury car? Isn’t that absurd?" Rachel was pale without a trace of color, this being the first time she’d heard Nicholas say such harsh words in all these years. She only now realized how important Eleanor was in Nicholas’s heart, and if she continued , she might really be suspected. "Nicholas, I... I’m just scared. You know what the fortune-teller said, that my life and hers are in conflict, even if I want to care, I’m afraid to."