Maybe thinking this way is somewhat unfilial, but the old man did not entirely sit in that position with clean hands. Eleanor Hollis was exhausted, and regardless of the time, she curled up in bed and fell asleep. When she woke up, it was already the next morning. There was a bowl of porridge beside her and the sound of keyboard typing. "You’re awake, have something to eat first." Hugo Quinn helped her sit up and placed a pillow behind her back. Eleanor didn’t speak. She was indeed hungry, so she obediently ate the bowl of porridge. She dared not ask about the old man’s condition now, fearing that knowing it might shatter all the current goodness. "Take a good rest these days, don’t go out yet." Hugo reached out to rub her head; the old man was still in the intensive care unit and hadn’t come out, the critical period hadn’t passed, and everyone was still on edge. Eleanor nodded, forgiving her cowardice. She dared not ask anything about the old man now, hiding her head like an ostrich, as if this way, she could live here in peace. However, in the evening, the Quinton Family came to the villa. Everyone had previously known that Eleanor had been to jail, but they also heard that Hugo brought her back home. Did it mean that he intended to shelter Eleanor? Everyone was silent, not speaking, seemingly waiting for Hugo to give an explanation. "I will give the old man an explanation. When he wakes up, I will confess to him personally. You should go back; staying here any longer won’t get you any answers. This matter is between me and the old man." He was very frank, not hiding the fact that he brought Eleanor back home at all. Joelle Quinn’s face was full of sarcasm, but facing Hugo, she couldn’t say anything. She had always thought Eleanor was just a blockhead, the kind that anyone could bully. Who knew that in such a short time, she would captivate the most formidable man of the Quinton Family into losing his way. It was indeed correct for her brother to divorce her then. Such a woman would eventually bring them disgrace if kept at home. Nathaniel Quinn’s face was unpleasant. He clenched his fist again and again, and finally couldn’t hold back and slowly spoke. "Uncle, is Eleanor doing okay now?" His voice was somewhat apprehensive. Although he didn’t like Eleanor’s current relationship with his uncle, what position did he have to deny all this? Eleanor was just his ex-wife, after all; it was he who pushed her away. Hugo took a sip of coffee in his hand, a meaningful smile on his face. "I do not wish for you to concern yourself with Eleanor’s matters. Eleanor is now my girlfriend. Your relationship with her is very sensitive, Nathaniel, be mindful next time." He thus openly admitted his relationship with Eleanor, catching everyone off guard, making the prepared lengthy advice seem somewhat ridiculous. It was Collin Quinn, the eldest son of the old man, who spoke, but having been in the military for years, he only came back hearing about the old man’s incident. Regarding this big brother, Hugo still showed the necessary respect. But regardless of who it was, as long as they tried to stop him from being with Eleanor, he wasn’t happy. "You...do you like her?" Collin, having been in the military for too long, wouldn’t speak in roundabout ways. Besides, in his view, as long as they are both single, why can’t they date? He supported his brother, but the old man’s injury was after all caused by Eleanor. Eleanor must be responsible for this matter. "Big brother, I know what you want to say. I do like her, Marcus likes her very much too. I will marry her in the future. I have watched the surveillance video from back then, Eleanor’s action was unintentional." Collin immediately shut his mouth. Although he hadn’t spent much time with this brother, he knew the other was a man of his word. Right now, he couldn’t say anything more, so he just stood up. "Since you said it’s a matter between you and the old man, we won’t disturb you. Hopefully, you’ll explain it well to the old man when the time comes." Collin, being the eldest, spoke first, and the rest had no reason to continue staying. Hugo’s eyes glinted; he well knew this big brother was siding with him. The Quinton Family came hastily and left quickly; in the blink of an eye, only Hugo was left in the living room. Outside the entrance of the villa, several cars started one after another, slowly leaving. "Mom, do you think Uncle will always shield Eleanor in the end? If Grandpa loses trust in him due to this, maybe the Quinton Family’s inheritance will have nothing to do with him then." Since Eleanor and her brother divorced, the old man seemed to like them less and less. Beatrice Sullivan’s face was full of worry. In Hugo’s eyes, perhaps the inheritance of the Quinton Family was nothing. What she feared was Eleanor really marrying Hugo and starting to trouble them. She didn’t forget how they treated Eleanor those five years. "Joelle, do you remember the bracelet you broke the night Eleanor divorced your brother? If she really marries your uncle in the end, remember to buy one and give it back to her." A trace of embarrassment instantly appeared on Joelle Quinn’s face; why should she fear that woman, Eleanor? "Mom, that bracelet broke because she didn’t catch it properly herself, what does it have to do with me? Besides, it’s been so long, she hasn’t come to trouble us, she’s probably forgotten about it. Stop scaring me." Beatrice lightly flicked her on the forehead. "If your uncle stands firmly on Eleanor’s side this time, given his current status in the Quinton Family, who would dare oppose Eleanor in the future? Joelle, if Eleanor forgets, that’s good. If she remembers, you might end up in trouble." "I’m not afraid of her!" Thıs text ıs hosted at 𝗻𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹•𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑒•𝙣𝙚𝙩 Joelle’s face was full of sarcasm. How long can a man’s affection last? Didn’t her brother used to be crazy about Grace Lynch too? Where is she recently? He doesn’t even know where he has chucked Grace Lynch off to, that’s how men are, fickle, falling for one after another. The Quinton Family went to the hospital where the old man was for a while; it was a chance to gain favor. When the old man wakes up and sees who waits by his side, he naturally knows who truly cares for him. Beatrice Sullivan hadn’t missed taking her two children to make their presence felt these two days, even the nurses praised their filial piety. Two days later, the old man woke up, and after the doctor had examined him, they transferred him to a ward, saying he had passed the critical period. The old man saw the dark circles under Nathaniel and Joelle’s eyes, and it was impossible not to be touched; after all, they were his kin. "You’ve been here the whole time?" His voice was hoarse, and Joelle quickly brought over a cup of warm water. "Grandpa, drink this first, don’t talk for now. The doctor said you need to rest well for a few days."