If only she could become strong? Strong enough to stand by Hugo Quinn’s side... In that instant, many thoughts surged through her mind. Old Master Quinn seemed to feel her gaze, and he turned back coldly. When he met her eyes, his pupils shrank fiercely, but he didn’t act further and continued directing people to dig through the ruins. Eleanor Hollis sat on the icy ground, feeling how truly cold the nights were here, with the fierce sea breeze. Hugo Quinn was buried inside; how could he endure it? She raised her hand to hammer her knee and saw nurses calling out not far away, hoping someone would come to help. She hesitated for just a moment before joining the volunteers. Newest update provıded by 𝘯𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭⚫𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦⚫𝘯𝘦𝘵 Those brought here were the ones lucky enough to survive. Eleanor helped them bandage their wounds, but she couldn’t resist asking about Hugo Quinn. Her English was good, letting her communicate smoothly with others. "Are you talking about that Eastern man? He’s quite something. If not for him, I wouldn’t have survived." He indeed knew Hugo Quinn! Eleanor’s eyes brightened instantly, starting to get excited. "Is he okay? Is he still alive?" The man shook his head, a trace of bewilderment appearing on his face. "He taught us to wrap the rope around our waists and try to huddle in the corner, saying that even if the house collapsed, that part wouldn’t cave in. Let’s hope God will protect us." The man was clearly very exhausted, speaking these words with great difficulty, but he finally held Eleanor’s hand. "Is he your husband? He’s a very responsible man, ma’am, your husband is exceptional." Eleanor didn’t refute anything, tucked him in with a blanket, then sat in a daze on the bench. Soon, loud noises echoed outside; it turned out that some parts of the collapse had had secondary cave-ins, making rescue operations extremely difficult. Eleanor couldn’t be of much help, feeling restless in place. She watched for a while and saw Evan Yancy come out with a face full of ash, drinking mineral water furiously. She asked cautiously, hoping to hear good news. "Not very optimistic, but the life detector has detected someone alive below. However, due to the secondary collapse, we can’t act recklessly. Eleanor Hollis, don’t get your hopes too high; otherwise, you might not handle it when the time comes." Evan Yancy was that type of person; he never said comforting words and was skilled at presenting the stark truth nakedly before people. Eleanor froze, her body shivering. Tonight was truly so cold, a chill spreading from her heart outward, threatening to completely freeze her. She murmured, lowering her head slowly. Evan took a few sips of water and rushed back to rescue. Until daylight broke here, the rescue operation made little progress. In the end, everyone decided to abandon digging from the front, moving to the back of the ruins to try digging from there. This way, the rescue operation was slowed, and it was uncertain how long the people inside could hold on. Eleanor managed to keep calm at first, but in the end, her spirit was on the verge of collapse. If time could turn back, she would definitely return to when Hugo Quinn called, warning him to be careful, take care of himself, and return safely. But clearly, there aren’t so many ifs in this world. Her tears slowly flowed down as she numbly walked towards the ruins, watching the busy crowd around. There was still no news, and until dusk, the rescue team hadn’t managed to dig another person out, the rescue operation had seemingly hit a complete deadlock. Someone shouted, their voice alarmed. Eleanor quickly looked over and found Old Master Quinn had fainted. She promptly moved over, helping several nurses carry him into the infirmary. The butler following Old Master Quinn only then realized Eleanor Hollis had come over, furrowing his brow, but there was no good time to say anything. Eleanor pinched Old Master Quinn’s philtrum, then helped the nurse with injecting, sweating profusely from exhaustion. The butler looked on from the side, his eyes flickering. He knew how Old Master Quinn had treated Eleanor before, but didn’t expect the girl not to hold any grudges, rushing over as soon as something happened to the old man. Originally, he also didn’t like Eleanor Hollis, but seeing her actions slightly eased some of the feelings he had. After completing everything, Eleanor was too tired to move a finger, sitting limp on the chair. The nurse saw her and quickly spoke up. "Miss Hollis, please go rest for a while. You’ve helped us a lot since last night, take a break to eat something and replenish your energy, otherwise you might faint too." Eleanor nodded, her limbs weak, being helped to move over. The butler watched all this, letting out a sigh in the end. Old Master Quinn was too stubborn, never likely to change his view of Eleanor Hollis. The road between them was still long. Night soon fell again, and by seven or eight in the evening, the rescue team finally opened the first hole. The life detector had new signals, but entering from here was difficult, as it wasn’t rubble, but a whole large stone blocking ahead, requiring further drilling. When Eleanor Hollis woke up and heard the news, she immediately ran out. Seeing the rescuers discussing how to drill through the stone, she felt relieved. Results should be out by morning. Evan Yancy approached, covered in ash, slowly smoking a cigarette. "It should be fine, there are still people alive below, Hugo Quinn wouldn’t be unlucky." His eyes were bloodshot, never having closed his eyes since arrival, continuously helping the rescue. Eleanor nodded, "You go rest for a while, I’ll bring you a bowl of instant noodles." Evan Yancy was exhausted, sitting on a large stone. Those two had repeatedly instructed to bring back Hugo Quinn alive. Jude Shaw and Julian Sterling hadn’t mixed with the military and didn’t understand rescue, so they were just a drag when they arrived here, choosing instead to offer help from afar, waiting for news, as the disappearance of Hugo Quinn tugged at everyone’s hearts. Eleanor soon brought compressed biscuits and instant noodles; that’s all there was to eat, along with a bottle of milk but Evan chose mineral water. He took the instant noodles, slurping them down, and finally felt some sense of fullness in his stomach. Eleanor thought about the entanglement between him and Samantha Sullivan, feeling somewhat sorrowful; such a good man, if Samantha missed out, she might not find happiness in this life. Evan took a few bites of the compressed biscuits, then raised his head. "You have a good relationship with Samantha Sullivan? Sorry, I only recently learned about it."