Hugo Quinn’s face was somber. Seeing Eleanor Hollis injured so severely, he had no mind to linger here. He intended to take her to the hospital immediately. However, midway through, Eleanor woke up once and seemed to realize he was planning to take her somewhere, so she reached out and tugged on his sleeve. "I don’t want to go to the hospital. Can you take me home?" She had been terrified all afternoon and really didn’t want to smell the scent of disinfectant any longer. Hugo looked at her with heartache, then nodded. "Lan Yancy, take us home." Lan Yancy had been startled when he saw Hugo carrying Eleanor out and, in a fluster, quickly drove home. At home, the doctor was already prepared, and everyone stood there as if facing a great enemy, waiting for Hugo to bring Eleanor inside. As soon as he did, they sprang into action, examining her. Hugo gently used a wet wipe to clean the blood off her face, his hands trembling. This was the first time he had seen Eleanor so gravely injured. If something were to really happen to her, he would never forgive himself. "It’s just a cut on the forehead, nothing to worry about. There might be a slight concussion, but as long as she rests well, it’ll be fine." The doctor said cautiously, a bit anxious. Hugo breathed a sigh of relief. Seeing so much blood had frightened him terribly, but now, hearing it was just a small cut, he was completely reassured. He held Eleanor in his arms, his voice a bit hoarse. Nᴇw ɴovel chaptᴇrs are published on novel※fire.net "Are you sure there’s nothing else?" The doctors all nodded, bandaged Eleanor’s head, left some medication, and gave a few more instructions before leaving. Lan Yancy saw the doctors out, then turned back to look at the two embracing. "Boss, perhaps you should give Miss Hollis a bath first. She must be very uncomfortable ." Just as Lan Yancy finished speaking, Marcus ran down the stairs, looking panicked, with large tears rolling down his face. "Dad, what’s wrong with Mom? Did someone bully her?" He stared with wide eyes, his heart aching terribly. Hugo said nothing, scooping Eleanor up, heading upstairs. Marcus followed beside him step by step, not daring to say another word, as he saw the bandages on Eleanor’s forehead. Hugo carried Eleanor into the bedroom and saw Marcus still quietly following beside, sighing. "Your mom was bullied. You need to grow up strong so we can both protect her." Marcus looked up, and a gleam suddenly appeared in his eyes, nodding solemnly. "Don’t worry, Dad. I’ll grow up quickly." Hugo felt comforted by his demeanor. "Alright, you go to sleep first. I’ll give your mom a bath; she’s uncomfortable ." Marcus obediently went back to his room, understanding he was still just a kid and couldn’t help much yet. Hugo turned on the water in the bathroom, gently laid Eleanor in, squeezed shower gel onto the bath sponge, and began softly lathering on her skin. As the warm water moved over her body, Eleanor finally woke up. She had fainted mainly from excessive shock, truly thinking those two heartless men would kill her. Thinking of how hard it had been to establish a relationship with Hugo, to finally take a step she feared, only to nearly lose her life so soon. "It’s okay now, it’s okay." Seeing the confusion in her eyes, Hugo quickly wrapped her in his arms, full of tenderness. Being held by him, Eleanor finally exhaled a sigh of relief, afraid everything she’d seen before fainting was just an illusion. But here he was, really here. Hugo tenderly washed her clean, then took a dry towel and wrapped her, carrying her to bed. Eleanor suddenly reached out and grabbed his sleeve, eyes filled with fear. "I thought I’d never see you again." Her voice was hoarse, the confusion in her eyes gradually clearing. Hugo paused and then turned to embrace her again. "It’s okay, don’t be scared; this won’t happen again." Tears welled in Eleanor’s eyes, worrying about how the elder was doing now. Her body started trembling; if something happened to the elder because of this, she’d never forgive herself. "About the elder, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean it, I’m sorry..." She remembered the large pool of blood spreading from underneath the elder, her face turning pale. Hugo grasped her wildly waving hand, knowing she was likely shook up by what happened: first the elder’s accident because of her, then her abuse in custody. Even the strongest girl would be on the verge of breakdown now. "Tell me slowly about the elder. I don’t believe what others say, Eleanor. Whatever you say, I’ll believe. I only trust you." Hugo’s voice was gentle, soothingly stroking her head. Eleanor stiffened, even though she suspected this was all an elder’s ploy. But to everyone else, the elder was critically ill, so would someone of his status really use such low tactics against a defenseless young woman? Yet, before Hugo, she didn’t want to hide anything. "The elder came to Grandeur to find me. I followed him into your office; he wanted me to leave you. I refused and was about to leave, but when I opened the office door, he suddenly put his hand on my shoulder. I only remember feeling sharp pain because I had my back to him, and probably out of instinct, I swung my arm back, and he fell. You know what happened after that." She lowered her head, feeling her story hardly convincing. But Hugo listened intently, looking toward her shoulder. It appeared unharmed, smooth and unblemished. A bitter smile flitted across Eleanor’s face. "I’ve looked at my shoulder too; there’s nothing wrong. But at the time, it hurt so much I almost cried." Hugo gently rubbed her head, speaking softly. "I trust Eleanor Hollis’s character, not just because I like you. Even if I didn’t, I’d still believe you wouldn’t do such a thing." Hugo lowered his head, examining her shoulder closely. It seemed fine at a glance, but the elder was a military man—who knows what covert techniques he might have had.