Old Master Quinn glanced around, logically Hugo should have returned from abroad by now. Since he knew it was Eleanor Hollis who had harmed him to this state, why hadn’t he stayed by his side like Joelle? "Where’s your uncle?" He took a sip of water and asked slowly, noticing Joelle Quinn’s face didn’t look good, and frowned. "Did something happen?" Only then did Joelle Quinn sigh and take the cup from the old master’s hand. "Grandpa, you wouldn’t know, but the first thing uncle did upon returning to the country was to get Eleanor Hollis out of jail, and he said he’d give you an explanation for this matter. I actually think Eleanor Hollis is living comfortably in the villa, while it’s just you suffering in the hospital." Embarrassment flashed across Old Master Quinn’s face, and he swept the items beside him onto the floor. "That disgraceful fool!!" He originally thought that as long as he was injured, Hugo would certainly blame Eleanor, and perhaps the two would never cross paths again because of this incident. But unexpectedly, Hugo’s first task upon returning wasn’t to visit him but to visit Eleanor in jail. "Bring that rebellious child to see me!!" He was angry and his chest heaved, if Joelle wasn’t there soothing his back, he might have fainted from rage. There was a glimmer of satisfaction in Joelle Quinn’s eyes; as long as Grandpa disagreed with Eleanor entering the Quinton Family, Eleanor’s situation would be extremely awkward. Was uncle really going to oppose his own father for a woman? The call quickly reached Hugo, who hurried to the hospital upon hearing the old master had awoken. However, just as he opened the hospital’s doors, a glass cup flew toward him, hitting his forehead and creating a small cut, with blood instantly flowing. "You disgrace! You’re trying to anger me to death!!" Old Master Quinn stared at him closely, feeling dizzy, but didn’t faint in the end. Thıs text ıs hosted at 𝗻𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹✦𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖✦𝓷𝓮𝓽 Hugo reached up to touch the injury, his face unperturbed, as he gently closed the door. He sat by the bedside and noticed Joelle and Nathaniel were there too, furrowing his brows. Though Joelle slandered Hugo behind his back, she dared not act brazenly in front of this man and hurriedly pulled Nathaniel out of the ward. Old Master Quinn’s face grew increasingly grim until he finally closed his eyes slowly. "Are you really going to oppose me over Eleanor Hollis?" From a young age, he had spent no small amount of effort on this son, and thinking about how Hugo was now hurting him over a woman was extremely painful. "Dad, aside from Eleanor Hollis, I’ll listen to you on everything else." Hugo picked up an apple beside him and quietly began peeling it. The old master stopped in his tracks, then smiled bitterly. "You know that aside from Eleanor Hollis, you’ve done everything else well, I can’t find fault, Hugo, Eleanor Hollis isn’t suitable for you." After all, this was his most cherished son, and seeing his forehead bleeding, his heart softened. "Unmarried men and women—how is it unsuitable? Dad, I know you care about the Quinton Family’s reputation, but in my view, outside rumors are all meaningless. Living a good life is what’s most important. I’m happy with Eleanor Hollis, I’ve never known what it’s like to like someone until now, and Marcus is very happy too. If someone other than Eleanor isn’t suitable for me, then no one else can be." His intentions were clear: if it isn’t Eleanor Hollis, he won’t marry for life. Old Master Quinn began coughing violently, feeling like he would be angered to death someday. "Get out! Anyone but Eleanor Hollis!" Saying more would be of no use, as he understood his son’s temperament. Hugo stood and placed the peeled apple into his father’s hand. "Dad, I know what you’re thinking." His eyes were earnest, but his face carried a smile. "If you don’t allow me to marry Eleanor Hollis, then I won’t marry. I’ll wait until the day you agree." Old Master Quinn felt another wave of darkness before his eyes and threw the apple away as well. "Just get out, I don’t want to see you." Without saying a word, Hugo strode to the door of the ward and opened it, discovering Joelle and Nathaniel still waiting outside. "Take good care of the old master." Leaving those words behind, he left. Joelle glanced inside the ward, seeing the old master staring out the window in a daze, not knowing what he was thinking. Hugo quickly got into his waiting car downstairs, and Lan Yancy saw the wound on his forehead. "President, just get it bandaged at the hospital. Miss Hollis might not be pleased if she sees you ." Hugo touched it and realized it was still bleeding, and immediately got out of the car. After a simple bandage at the hospital, he got back in the car. But he didn’t feel like going home tonight, so he asked Lan Yancy to take him to Grandeur. The surveillance video from that day was lying on his desk; he had watched it several times, very certain that the old master manipulated things, or Eleanor Hollis wouldn’t have looked so bad. With a sigh, he took a sip of coffee. It was clear the old master was quite dissatisfied with Eleanor Hollis; otherwise, he wouldn’t resort to such methods against a woman. His phone rang—it was Eleanor calling to ask if he was returning for dinner. Hugo touched his head, where it was no longer bleeding, having been covered with gauze by the doctor. "Yes, coming right back." Ending the call, he headed downstairs immediately. As soon as he stepped into the villa, he could smell the aroma of food, it was likely Eleanor had cooked tonight’s dinner. "What happened to your forehead?" Eleanor, seeing his forehead wrapped in gauze, came over immediately, anxious to take a closer look. "It’s fine, just hit it accidentally." Hugo grasped her hand and kissed it. "Did you make tonight’s meal?" Eleanor nodded, pulling him to sit. "It’s all dishes you and Marcus like, hurry and eat." A hint of a smile flashed in Hugo’s eyes, and he was about to pick up the chopsticks when he remembered to tell her. "The old master has already woken up, he’s out of immediate danger, don’t blame yourself." Eleanor’s hand paused and she lowered her eyes; she didn’t want Hugo stuck between her and the old master—a relative on one side and someone he liked on the other, he must be feeling torn. "I... I should leave here. I don’t want you and the old master to be unhappy because of me." Hugo feared her saying this most of all; where could she go if she left here, with many people outside still watching her. He spoke calmly, his gaze extremely serious. "I’m working hard for our future, you can’t back down. I promised to protect you, I’m sorry for this incident, I didn’t expect the old master to..."