"Marcus, why haven’t you brought it over yet?" Eleanor Hollis called out weakly again, and only then did Marcus turn around. The latest_epɪ_sodes are on_the 𝘯𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭·𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦·𝘯𝘦𝘵 "Mommy, I’ve already shown you. It’s just a junk text message. Have you been shopping with your phone? Usually, stores send you promotional texts during events." Upon hearing that it was junk text, Eleanor lost the urge to look. "Marcus, I won’t play with you tonight. My head hurts too much. I’m going to rest." "Alright, Mommy, I’ll cover you with the blanket." Marcus walked over obediently and tucked the blanket around her before leaving. After he left the room, he kept thinking about the photos from earlier. Could Dad betray Mom? It seemed impossible; Dad appeared to like Mom very much. He took out his phone and called Hugo Quinn. But no one answered, which made him feel a bit uneasy. He called several more times, but still, no one answered, so he had to give up. That night, everyone seemed to have their own thoughts. When Hugo woke up, it was already morning. His whole body was still achingly weak, but at least he could get out of bed. His eyes were somber as he picked up his phone from beside him, discovering several missed calls from Marcus, and quickly dialed back. Marcus was already at school, but seeing it was his call, he still pressed the answer button. "Dad, someone sent Mommy some photos last night of you sleeping together." Hugo’s heart shook violently, thinking of Claire Shaw, surrounded by a dark aura. "Dad, you didn’t really betray Mommy, did you?" Marcus’s voice was cautious, making Hugo feel a bit helpless. Marcus breathed a sigh of relief; he knew Dad wasn’t that kind of person. "That’s good. Dad, Mommy was still feverish last night. I helped her delete the text messages, so she didn’t see those photos." "I’ll reward you when I get back. Be good and focus on your classes." Hearing this, Hugo was not as anxious as before. He had initially planned to rush back and explain to Eleanor. Eleanor, who was extremely petty, had once run off to the countryside alone over a phone call in the middle of the night. If she hid again, what would he do? Now, knowing Eleanor hadn’t seen the photos, he wasn’t as tense. Downstairs, he saw Old Master Quinn sitting on the sofa reading a newspaper. Old Master Quinn placed the newspaper aside and continued speaking. "We all know about what happened between you and Claire Shaw last night. I’d like to discuss the marriage arrangements between you and her, Hugo. She spent so much time with you undressed; you ought to take responsibility." Hugo’s brows frowned with impatience. There must have been something wrong with that drink last night. For Claire to dare drug him at the Quinton Family house, she must have been instigated by someone. "Dad, if you continue with this, our father-son relationship might come to an end. As a man, the events of last night were a huge humiliation for me. If you really like Claire Shaw, keep her by your side as a mistress." Old Master Quinn shuddered in anger, truly rebellious! His face flushed red; how could he speak so recklessly about such matters? Hugo paused his steps, a flicker of cold light in his eyes. "Whatever agreements you made privately with Old Master Ford, I won’t interfere, but don’t set your sights on me. There’s a camera in my room, and I know better than anyone what Claire did last night. If you push me to the limit, I don’t mind releasing that video for everyone to take a good look at the true nature of Claire Shaw!" Old Master Quinn gripped his cane tightly. Last night Claire had drugged Hugo, and Hugo surely had no strength left to do anything else, so Claire must have taken off her clothes by herself. If there really was a camera in that room, Claire Shaw would undoubtedly be cursed by netizens. Though angry, Old Master Quinn had to calm down. And Hugo, now full of fury, got into the car parked outside. Though he usually managed to control his temper, this time, he slammed the steering wheel hard, feeling as though a huge rock blocked his chest, making it hard to breathe. After calming down for a while, he drove towards his villa. Eleanor’s high fever subsided in the latter half of the night, but she was still lying in bed. She saw Hugo come in and smiled faintly. "Get me a glass of water, I’m so thirsty." Hugo quickly went downstairs to fetch a glass of water, helping her prop up a pillow behind her back. "How are you feeling? Better now?" Eleanor nodded; after drinking the water, her throat felt a bit more comfortable. "I’ll have the kitchen make some porridge for you; try not to eat greasy food for the next couple of days." Hugo tentatively touched her forehead, finding that the fever had indeed subsided, he breathed a sigh of relief, rose, and went to the bathroom to get a wet towel to wipe her face. "Hugo, you’re so good to me." Eleanor was stunned, suddenly murmuring. After speaking, her face turned red, and she averted her gaze. Hugo smiled, taking her hand, and using the wet towel to wipe each finger. "If I’m not good to you, who else would I be good to?" Eleanor’s heart felt sweet; after being with Hugo, she realized how sweet falling in love could be. She opened her arms and wrapped them around his neck. "Carry me downstairs, I’d like to watch some TV. Lying down all the time is making me weak." Hugo placed the wet towel aside, lifted her horizontally, and went downstairs. Could this be the first time Eleanor was acting spoiled with him? He placed her on the sofa, took the remote, and turned on the TV. Eleanor quickly selected a movie starring Julian Sterling, a period drama about political intrigue and the romance of the son of a prime minister. Julian played the young prime minister. There was a saying online that after seeing Julian Sterling’s face, one understood what the male protagonist in novel looked like. Seeing her revisit a movie starring Julian Sterling made Hugo feel quite uncomfortable. Was Julian Sterling really that good-looking? Just so-so... He recalled the last time Eleanor saw Julian Sterling, she looked enamored, making him even more uneasy. He spoke softly, eyes fixed on Eleanor. Eleanor thought he was asking if the movie was good, so she eagerly nodded. "Of course it’s good, every time it captivates me." The intense feeling of jealousy quickly surged through Hugo’s chest, captivated, huh.