"Hugo! No matter how you despise me, I’m clinging to you today! I just want to be with you, is that wrong?" Hugo Quinn dodged to the side, panting heavily as he supported himself. Claire Shaw missed her target and hit her forehead on the corner of the table, blood immediately flowing out. She covered her wound, looking at Hugo Quinn with a face full of sorrow. She had shamelessly made the first move, yet he was still disdainful! Someone was knocking outside, probably because the sound of the lamp caught everyone’s attention. Old Master Quinn and Old Master Ford were standing outside the door, full of anxiety, wanting to know the current situation. "Claire? Are you hurt? Did Hugo get drunk and go crazy? Hurry up and open the door!" Old Master Quinn was full of impatience. If something happened within the Quinton Family, the relationship between the Quinn and Ford Families would be completely finished. Claire Shaw’s sobbing was heard from inside, making the two more anxious. Old Master Quinn quickly asked someone to get a spare key and hurriedly opened the door. The two almost jumped at the sight inside. Claire was wrapped under the blanket, refusing to come out to meet anyone, her face red and bright. "Grandpa Quinn, Hugo was drunk and tried to... I don’t have clothes on right now..." Hugo couldn’t utter a single word because the influence of the drug was too strong, and even raising his hand was difficult for him. He had just been pulled onto the bed by Claire Shaw, covered by a bedspread, and with her claiming she was unclothed, the two elders would surely misunderstand. "Claire, this is a good thing, don’t worry, I’ll have someone bring you clothes right away!" Old Master Quinn was very excited. With the two being so intimate, Hugo would definitely have to take responsibility. Old Master Ford, although thinking this behavior was not good for a girl, was relieved knowing that Claire Shaw liked Hugo Quinn. "It seems we’re truly going to become in-laws." The faces of the two elders were full of joy, seeing Claire still shy-faced, they quickly went downstairs. Before long, the servant brought new clothes. "Miss Shaw, we don’t know your size, for now we brought this." Claire Shaw’s face was full of smiles as she reached out and took the clothes. "Thank you, that’s very kind, please close the door." The servant was very respectful towards her, everyone could see that if nothing unexpected happened, she would be the future young mistress. As the door slowly closed, the smile on Claire Shaw’s face disappeared. She turned and glanced at Hugo Quinn, noticing he had his eyes closed, probably finding her annoying. She knew that after doing this, her relationship with Hugo would be very strained, but at least she could temporarily hold him in her hands. The future was still long, she had ways to make him change his mind. Claire Shaw’s lips curved, she slowly moved closer to him, intentionally took a couple of photos, and then sent them decisively to Eleanor Hollis. Hugo Quinn was still with his eyes closed, not knowing what she was doing. "Hugo, the two old men are probably already discussing the marriage." Claire whispered in his ear, knowing he was very upset now, though she also despised herself for doing this. But at the thought of this person rather being with a married woman than accepting her, she felt indignant. Hugo’s face was gloomy, he didn’t speak, lying still. Claire Shaw put on her clothes then slowly got off the bed. "The effect of the drug will last all night, you should just sleep here tonight. I’ll tell Grandpa Quinn not to bother you." With that, she went downstairs. Old Master Quinn and Old Master Ford were indeed happily discussing the marriage. Seeing her descend, they asked with concern. "Is everything okay? Hugo was really too rude, I was frightened by the noise." Old Master Quinn inquired with worry, and then immediately had the kitchen prepare soup to replenish her. Claire Shaw shook her head, still showing a slight blush. "Grandpa Quinn, as for Hugo and I, you can take care of the arrangements, today I’ll just follow my grandfather back, everything will go according to your plan." Old Master Quinn promptly nodded, wishing for them to get their marriage certificate right away. But pondering he couldn’t wrong her with the wedding, he could only respond, "Alright, when Hugo wakes up, I’ll speak to him properly." Claire Shaw nodded and followed by Old Master Ford’s side. "Grandpa Quinn, Hugo’s anti-hangover medication, I’ve already given it to him, tonight don’t bother him any more. Wait till he wakes up, then speak to him slowly." Look how considerate she is. Old Master Quinn was even more satisfied with her, constantly agreeing and then personally escorting them out. Seeing the car leave, he finally breathed a sigh of relief. "Old Master, really not going up to check? Mr. Quinn seems to have been drugged, probably doesn’t feel well now." They’re not fools, Hugo Quinn, with his temperament, would not do anything reckless outside behind Eleanor Hollis’s back, the only possibility is he was drugged. Claire Shaw truly was audacious, daring to drug Hugo Quinn within the Quinton Family! Simply bold beyond belief! But precisely because it happened in the Quinton Family, Hugo wasn’t on guard and fell into the trap so easily. "What kind of drug could Claire use? Let him sort himself out, Old Cameron. Hugo needs a woman with means around him, Claire is undoubtedly the most suitable." The housekeeper nodded along, Claire’s means truly surpassed Eleanor Hollis by several levels. If Eleanor Hollis had been smart back then, she wouldn’t have faced the cold shoulder for five years within the Quinton Family; she was what people commonly referred to as a doormat, without a temper. Claire daring to drug Hugo Quinn in the Quinton Family was simply because both elders supported her, even if her actions were exposed, no one would blame her. She sent all the photos she took just now to Eleanor Hollis, and also added a note. —He won’t be coming back tonight. At this time, Eleanor Hollis was sick with fever, startled by the photos, her fever never broke. "Mommy, take the medicine." Marcus brought the medicine in, carefully holding the cup. Eleanor Hollis struggled to sit up, her face red from fever. She took the medicine, and after taking it, was planning to lie down, when she heard the phone notification sound. However, her phone wasn’t by the bedside, it was next to the single-seater sofa. "Marcus, help bring me the phone, I want to see who sent the message." Marcus nodded obediently, turning to grab the phone, but when he saw the message, his brows furrowed. ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ 𝔫𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔩⁂𝖿𝗂𝗋𝖾⁂𝔫𝔢𝔱 It was a woman sending a provocative message to mommy. His heart chilled, he quietly unlocked the phone and discovered several photos. Marcus’s pupils shrank heavily, and he casually deleted the photos. He always had his back turned, so Eleanor Hollis didn’t know what he was doing.