Bridget Sutton sighed softly, "I know. I can trust you, child. I’ll wait for you all to come back for New Year’s." After finishing their meal, Eleanor Hollis moved out two chairs and sat in the yard to watch the stars. There were many stars in the countryside, filling the sky like scattered diamonds, unlike in the city where not a single star could be seen now. "Actually, it’s quite nice here." A small table was placed in front of them, with tea leaves Bridget Sutton had fried herself on it, and the tea in the teapot was slowly boiling. "It’s nice, but you can’t stay here." Hugo Quinn poured himself a cup of tea and spoke slowly. Eleanor laughed lightly. Actually, there was nothing wrong with staying here, but she still had unfinished business, and she had attachments in Serenford. "You just came here. What about Marcus?" ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵※𝖿𝗂𝗋𝖾※𝙣𝙚𝙩 She suddenly remembered Marcus, clearly just having left there. Yet she felt as if she hadn’t seen him in a long time. "You still remember Marcus. When you ran away to the countryside in a fit of anger, you didn’t think of Marcus." Even at this moment, Hugo didn’t forget to tease her. Eleanor’s face turned sheepish, and she said no more. Early the next morning, the two of them got in the car, and Bridget prepared a hundred country eggs, insisting they take them. Unable to resist, Eleanor and Hugo put the eggs in the trunk. As the car slowly started, Eleanor smiled at the retreating scenery. "I guess your car is carrying such things for the first time." Hugo also found it amusing, but an old man’s heartfelt kindness should not be wasted. They set off in the morning and only arrived in the afternoon; riding all day in the car left them a bit tired. Moreover, Hugo was the driver, even more exhausted, so the first thing they did upon returning home was sleep. By the time they woke up, dinner was already prepared in the kitchen. It should have been a joyful scene for the three, but Hugo’s phone rang at this moment. "Hugo, how is the girl from last time?" Thinking of that woman, a chill flashed in Hugo’s eyes. He hated others touching his things without permission. "Dad, I don’t like her." Old Master Quinn’s face stiffened; that was the granddaughter of the Ford Family’s old master, considered a good match for their family. "Hugo, Claire Shaw is excellent. Maybe you didn’t understand each other during the first meeting, but you can meet a few more times in the future." Hugo’s face was full of impatience, but knowing this time the old master had grasped his weakness, he could only respond evasively. "Then tomorrow afternoon, I’ve arranged for you both, Claire seems to really like you. Hugo, if you two can be together, it would be good for Marcus." What the old master was going to say next, Hugo didn’t hear as he directly hung up the phone. Eleanor was sitting beside him, aware that it was the old master calling. She picked up some food with chopsticks and placed it in his bowl. Hugo’s irritation slowly disappeared because of her gentleness, and he chuckled bitterly. "The old master seems intent on not letting go of your shoving incident, insisting I meet that woman again." Eleanor paused with her chopsticks, not wanting him to be troubled. "Just go; after all, meeting her won’t change anything. Consider it a formality." Hugo looked at her skeptically, reaching out to pinch her face. "Are you sure you won’t get jealous?" Eleanor pouted; how could she not be jealous? But with him caught between her and the old master, he must find it tough. "Just go to meet her, without holding hands or hugging, and don’t let her get too close." This was already her biggest concession. "Okay, I’ll listen to you." Hugo rubbed her head, his gaze full of indulgence. "Mommy, why did you buy so many eggs?" After dinner, Eleanor remembered the eggs in the trunk and hastened to move them into the refrigerator. Marcus, watching from the side, asked curiously. "Your grandma prepared them. You can eat one every day in the future. Country eggs are different from the ones here." Marcus nodded seriously, "Then I’ll tell Chef Uncle to steam eggs for me." Seeing him run off to the kitchen cheerfully, Eleanor found it amusing; this child was indeed endearing. Her phone vibrated, and Eleanor picked it up to find a new message from Nicholas Hollis. She didn’t even check what the message was, quickly deleting it and blocking the number. Previously, she thought Nicholas Hollis was soft-hearted; now she realized this man was selfish, selfish beyond distinction between right and wrong, with only her mother as the pitiable one. She closed the refrigerator door, feeling a bit upset by thoughts of her own mother. Alice Lynch daring to return openly to the Hollis Family proved that she had settled all worries, and perhaps her mother was genuinely gone. She gritted her teeth, filled with resentment, wishing she could stab Alice Lynch and Anna Hollis a few times. She left the Hollis Family unwillingly; after all, she was the true Miss Hollis. But in such a dirty and foul place, she truly didn’t want to stay any longer. In the future, she would completely sever ties. Nicholas Hollis sent a message filled with heartfelt words but received no response for a long time. Anxious, he made a call only to discover he’d been blocked. Only then did he know Eleanor was truly determined to cut ties with him. He made a call to Hugo, with the clear intention of wanting to speak with Eleanor. But Hugo dismissed him with just a few words. "Uncle Hollis, Eleanor is completely disillusioned with the Hollis Family. The information I personally investigated is absolutely correct, and Grandma admitted there are indeed twins in the family. Eleanor’s mother was killed by that woman, yet you protect her and favor a child who appeared out of nowhere. Uncle Hollis, you’ve truly lost your mind." Nicholas Hollis felt blank in his mind; after hanging up, he couldn’t regain composure for a long time. He’s no idiot; seeing the information, he knew this was not the real Rachel Lynch. But Alice Lynch had accompanied him for so many years; her intentions were clear to him. The real Rachel Lynch had a slightly assertive personality and wouldn’t willingly admit fault in what she believed to be right. She was a woman of strong principles. But Alice Lynch was different. Alice never angered anyone and always tried to save face for him in front of others. In his interactions with Alice, he felt only comfort, so he didn’t want to accept the investigation results. Deep down, he hoped this was the real Rachel Lynch. He was very conflicted; Eleanor was his only daughter. Losing this daughter would make him sad. The study door opened, and Alice Lynch carried in a cup of coffee. "Do you still have a lot to draw? Once the exhibition is over, you can rest well." She tenderly squeezed Nicholas Hollis’s shoulder, and it was this gentleness that slowly overwhelmed him.