After all, this is not land; we can’t use heavy lifting machinery. Across the sea, those machines can’t arrive that fast unless shipped by boat. They contacted the nearest country and commandeered their crane. From the morning till dusk, Eleanor Hollis was already parched. She was unsure if Hugo Quinn was still conscious, her voice tinged with a hint of a sob. The people around were deeply moved by her, everyone assumed the person buried inside was her husband. Old Master Quinn woke up at nine in the evening, just as the heavy lifting machinery arrived on the island, ready to proceed with the rescue of Hugo Quinn. With the help of the butler, he slowly sat up from the bed. "Confirmed alive, but the situation is not optimistic." ᴛhis chapter is ᴜpdated by 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵•𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮•𝓷𝓮𝓽 Old Master Quinn’s face darkened and he immediately rushed to the ruins where Hugo Quinn was found. About a hundred meters away, he could hear Eleanor Hollis’s voice, hoarse like a cuckoo’s call. "She has been calling all day." The butler said with sympathy, it’s untrue to say he wasn’t moved, in such disasters, genuine emotions are especially precious. Old Master Quinn paused in his tracks, said nothing, and hurried toward the area. Only Hugo Quinn remained buried underneath; the Ford Family members had been rescued in the morning. Eleanor Hollis rubbed her sore eyes, feeling like she could fall asleep standing. "Hugo Quinn? Can you hear me? The crane is here and will rescue you soon, hang in there for a bit." Buried under the rubble, every time Hugo Quinn felt like passing out, her voice would wake him. His heart was both sour and sweet, sad he couldn’t get out to give her a hug. He responded slowly, his voice so weak in the ruins that no one heard it. At ten at night, the crane began to work, clearing away all the debris above, revealing the final load-bearing stone. "Coordinate, please, lift the stone; only then can we save him." The rescuers commanded from the side; several others approached Hugo Quinn. Three cranes were deployed this time, if they were well-coordinated, they could slowly lift the stone. As the cranes moved slowly, each sound made everyone on site tense. Eleanor Hollis watched as the stone lifted, immense joy filling her heart. "Quickly, save him! Stretcher! Stretcher! He’s lost too much blood!" The people who reached Hugo Quinn shouted loudly. Several of them worked together to lift Hugo Quinn out and onto a stretcher. Seeing the mud-covered man, Eleanor Hollis clutched her hands tightly over her mouth, large beads of tears falling down. If she hadn’t known beforehand it was Hugo Quinn, she wouldn’t have believed it; not long ago, he was fine, and now he looked . His clothes were unrecognizable, his face covered in thick black mud, eyes shut tightly, as if he could disappear at any moment. As he was carried past her, she dared not touch his hand, fearing a slight touch would make him vanish like smoke. Only when the stretcher disappeared in the distance did she suddenly come to, weakly following behind. The on-site medical team could only perform basic first aid; someone like Hugo Quinn, who’s lost a lot of blood, needed a transfusion. "First stop the bleeding, return to Serenford overnight, otherwise his life will be at risk." Old Master Quinn ordered, seeing Hugo Quinn’s pale face, deeply pained, his eyes were red. The medical staff quickly tore open Hugo Quinn’s trouser leg, disinfecting and medicating his wound. Half an hour later, Old Master Quinn had Hugo Quinn brought onto a helicopter. Eleanor Hollis watched them walk past her, her eyes filled with loss, but she said nothing. After boarding the helicopter, the butler tentatively spoke. "Aren’t you bringing Miss Hollis along? She came especially for him this time." Old Master Quinn ordered the door closed, his eyes cold. "No matter how well she does, I won’t let her be with Hugo." The butler said no more, and Lan Yancy dared not speak either, silently telling Evan Yancy to bring Eleanor Hollis. "Eleanor Hollis, come with me." Evan Yancy’s face was clean now, with a minor injury on his arm, which he didn’t mind. "Grandpa Quinn is just ; his views are outdated. If this is unbearable, I advise you to give up on Hugo early, as the future hurdles will be ten times more terrifying." Eleanor Hollis knew he made sense, but still felt somewhat uncomfortable in her heart. She boarded the helicopter with him, looking outside and saying nothing. Claire Shaw and the Ford Family remained behind; Evan Yancy had notified them, and soon someone from the Ford Family would come for them. The helicopter slowly took off, chasing toward wherever Hugo Quinn was. At six in the morning, Hugo Quinn was taken into the ER; the doctors had fetched blood from the bank and were slowly giving him a transfusion. Old Master Quinn and other members of the Quinton Family waited in the corridor, the atmosphere was somewhat heavy. Eleanor Hollis knew she wasn’t welcome there, so she simply didn’t go to the hospital, instead instructing Lan Yancy to notify her once Hugo Quinn awakened. She returned to the villa, almost fell while changing shoes, too tired, her eyelids felt like they weighed a thousand pounds, she just wanted to sleep. Eleanor Hollis didn’t make it upstairs, she collapsed onto the sofa, falling asleep. At eight in the morning, Marcus came downstairs and saw her lying on the sofa. He quickly returned to the room and fetched a blanket, covering Eleanor Hollis. Eleanor Hollis rubbed her eyes and saw his concerned look, weakly smiling. "I’m just a bit tired. Your father is fine, lost a lot of blood, but is being rescued at the hospital, don’t worry." Marcus nodded; he wasn’t worried about his father anymore, but was concerned about the person in front of him. "Mommy, you look terrible, I’ll get a thermometer, you take your temperature, I think you have a fever." All these years, Eleanor Hollis hadn’t cared about her health; she was originally weak, and after all this ordeal, falling ill was expected. "Marcus, just find me two fever reducers, I’ll take them and sleep for a while." Marcus nodded and quickly dug out fever reducers from the medicine cabinet, preparing a cup of warm water and placing it before Eleanor Hollis. Eleanor Hollis took it, swallowed, and fell back asleep. Marcus wasn’t assured with her home alone, although there were servants at home, he wanted to stay and care for her personally. He picked up the phone and called his teacher, asking for two days off. The teacher kept praising him for being sensible, generously granting two days of leave.