"Go to the police station and check if she bought a ticket tonight, see where she’s rushing off to." Knowing she was safe and not kidnapped, Hugo Quinn felt slightly more at ease. Lan Yancy quickly rushed to the police station and finally discovered Eleanor Hollis’ whereabouts. In the middle of the night, she unexpectedly returned to the countryside alone, and since the high-speed train had already departed, it was impossible for Hugo to catch up. Upon hearing the automated female voice from the phone again, Hugo nearly lost his temper, but eventually instructed Lan Yancy to take good care of Marcus, then got into the car and, after setting up the navigation, drove directly towards the countryside. It was now ten at night, and by the time he arrived there, it would probably be the next morning. Eleanor Hollis was already on the high-speed train and had set off ahead of time. Now she had gotten off the train and was at the county bus station looking for a bus to the countryside. She didn’t know when she had become so brave. In the middle of the night, she dared to take an illegal cab to the countryside. A girl risking her life was indeed quite scary. When the car finally stopped at the familiar gate, Eleanor Hollis felt relieved. She handed the driver the money and then got out with her luggage. She had already cried her tears dry on the way, now feeling a bit sore. The familiar wooden house felt comforting to her. As she carried a small suitcase, tears nearly fell again, but she managed to hold them back. "Grandma, are you home?" She knocked on the door. The house was pitch dark; presumably, the elder was already asleep. Bridget Sutton, feeling drowsy and hearing someone knocking, responded. "Grandma, it’s me, Eleanor, I’m back." Bridget Sutton became fully alert, hurriedly got out of bed to open the door, and couldn’t believe it when she saw Eleanor Hollis standing outside. "Are you trying to scare me to death, coming back to the countryside alone in the middle of the night? What if you ran into bad people?" Eleanor Hollis’ eyes reddened; she should have followed her grandma back to the countryside initially. It was nice here, at least without harm and deception. "Grandma, didn’t I come back? I’ll sleep for a while, you should get some rest too." Bridget Sutton wasn’t a fool; she already noticed Eleanor’s red and swollen eyes from crying, and quickly took her hand. "What’s wrong with you?" Her question made Eleanor Hollis’ tears begin to flow uncontrollably. She sat on a chair in the room and cried until she had no semblance left. Bridget Sutton clumsily comforted her, then slowly spoke as if a thought occurred to her. "Did you have a conflict with Hugo Quinn?" Eleanor Hollis paused her crying, took a tissue to wipe her tears while continuing to cry. "It’s not a conflict. There’s no possibility between me and him anymore; he’s with another woman." Bridget Sutton’s brows furrowed; she had once thought Hugo was reliable, and now it seemed men were all the same. She sighed and gently wiped Eleanor Hollis’ tears with a hint of heartache. "If he wasn’t sincere, crying is useless. Eleanor, take good care of yourself." Eleanor Hollis’s eyes were swollen, and her nose was red. She thought Hugo Quinn was serious about her. It turned out he was just playing around. "Sorry, Grandma, for worrying you." She no longer cried, but her voice was very hoarse. "You scared half my life away coming back in the middle of the night. Alright, go to sleep first; let’s talk about everything later." Eleanor Hollis nodded, pulled her luggage, and entered her old room. Seeing the familiar decor in the room warmed her heart. She placed her luggage down and lay on the bed. She stared at the ceiling. To this moment, the woman’s voice still echoed in her mind. It sounded quite well-educated, likely a lady from a prestigious family? She smiled bitterly, forcibly stopping herself from thinking, and eventually fell asleep. When the sun slowly rose over the mountain, she finally woke up, but heard someone talking to her grandma outside. The voice sounded very much like Hugo Quinn’s. She shook her head, thinking she must be obsessed. How could Hugo possibly come to this place? She got up slowly and dressed, but Hugo’s voice continually came from outside, as if he was joyfully conversing with her grandma. She wanted to go out and see who this person with a voice identical to Hugo Quinn’s really was. Reluctantly, Eleanor Hollis stepped out and saw Hugo Quinn sitting at the stove, helping her grandma make a fire. The stove was low, and even sitting down, he had to bend over to see inside. Eleanor’s mind went blank. Hugo? How could Hugo be in the countryside? Bridget Sutton saw her and quickly waved. "Luna, go wash your face and eat. Hugo drove here overnight without sleeping, so let him rest after eating." Once Eleanor Hollis finally realized the man was indeed Hugo Quinn, her expression soured. Why did he come to the countryside? Surely he didn’t come to find her? He had someone soft and tender in his embrace; why would he think of her, Eleanor Hollis? With that thought, she spoke sharply. "What are you doing here?" Hugo paused, puzzled by her harsh attitude towards him. ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝~𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖~𝕟𝕖𝕥 The previous night, he had driven at high speed, fearing something had happened to her grandma when Eleanor rushed back to the countryside. He was so scared that he discussed with the people taking care of her grandma in the car, and everyone assured him the elder was fine. So why did Eleanor come to the countryside? Now, seeing her attitude, he realized she must have misunderstood something about him. "Eleanor, did I do something wrong? Why are you being harsh with me?" His tone carried a trace of grievance, his eyes bloodshot; he hadn’t slept all night and was barely holding on, and yet she didn’t appreciate it. Bridget Sutton, seeing both of them at a loss for words, guessed there was probably a misunderstanding and hurriedly spoke. "Eat first and properly explain any misunderstandings." "There’s no misunderstanding!" Eleanor Hollis stubbornly retorted, but she walked towards the sink to wash her face. Bridget Sutton shook her head; she was indeed stubbornly denying the truth. After washing her face, Eleanor slowly sat down at the dining table, avoiding looking at Hugo Quinn the entire time. Hugo felt even more aggrieved. He carefully reviewed his actions from the previous night, thinking everything seemed normal and didn’t breach any boundaries, so why was she so angry? "Hugo Quinn, have some of this, I grew it myself." Bridget Sutton, upon seeing Hugo in the morning, knew immediately her granddaughter had definitely misunderstood him. Yet here he was, having driven through the night, what an ordeal. "It’s delicious, thank you, Grandma." Despite being exhausted, Hugo was still polite, finishing the food in his bowl before turning to look at Eleanor Hollis, intending to have a good conversation with her.