"Does being of noble status allow one to distort the truth?" Eleanor Hollis’s voice was calm. Although on the island earlier, she expressed understanding of Old Master Quinn, she did not agree with some of his views. Old Master Quinn’s face stiffened; this wasn’t the first time Eleanor had countered him. Claire Shaw saw Eleanor’s attitude towards Old Master Quinn and felt a sense of satisfaction. This person didn’t even know how to earn the elder’s affection. Gaining entry into the Quinton Family was nothing but a dream! Her eyes curved into a smile. There was no need to deliberately sow discord between Eleanor and Old Master Quinn because they were naturally at odds already. "Claire, are you alright?" Old Master Quinn suppressed his anger and helped Claire up. Claire shook her head and sighed. "Grandpa Quinn, don’t be upset. Maybe Eleanor doesn’t understand etiquette because she lived in the countryside for so long." Eleanor watched their performance but didn’t plan to humble herself before Old Master Quinn, so she walked towards Hugo Quinn’s room. Old Master Quinn almost fainted from anger at her attitude, but luckily, Claire patted his back to help him calm down. Eleanor entered the room and found Hugo Quinn dozing. He probably knew about everything that happened outside just now. She sat down on a stool nearby, full of concern, and reached out to hold his hand. Hugo’s eyelids fluttered. Eleanor seemed different; before, she would never have dared to grab his hand so openly in front of Old Master Quinn. She often felt ashamed of their feelings and usually preferred to hide them. But now, she showed no intention of hiding anything and held his hand tightly. "I’m fine, much better. Why do you look so pale? Are you sick again?" Check latest chapters at 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡·𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖·𝔫𝔢𝔱 Eleanor shook her head, not planning to tell him about her illness to avoid making him worry. Old Master Quinn and Claire had already entered. There was a wet patch on Claire’s clothes with some rice grains stuck to it. "Hugo, I originally brought you porridge, but it spilled at the door. I’ll go down and buy you another serving later. How are you feeling now?" Claire spoke skillfully, not directly saying the porridge spilled because of Eleanor, making it sound like she was speaking on Eleanor’s behalf. But Eleanor understood in her heart that Claire only wanted to show her magnanimity in front of Old Master Quinn. Sure enough, Old Master Quinn snorted coldly after hearing Claire’s words. "If it weren’t for someone making a scene, the porridge wouldn’t have spilled." Eleanor didn’t respond. Old Master Quinn didn’t like her. No matter what she said, it would be wrong, so it was better to pretend she didn’t hear it. Hugo also seemed to ignore their complaints, holding Eleanor’s hand with a slight smile on his face. "Is Marcus behaving well?" Eleanor nodded, feeling a bit of warmth. This man always stood firmly by her side, no matter the situation. Suddenly, she didn’t care why he was in a room with Claire; perhaps it was all part of her scheme. After all, since Claire entered the room, Hugo’s gaze hadn’t shifted away from Eleanor, always fixed on her. Old Master Quinn and Claire noticed this, and they realized they were being deliberately ignored. Claire felt a surge of anger but was helpless. She could only sit stiffly, clenching her teeth. "Dad, could you two step out for a while? Eleanor and I have something to discuss." Hugo spoke up, gently tucking Eleanor’s stray hair behind her ear. Old Master Quinn was furious, but he was also worried about Hugo’s health, so he had to get up. "I’ll head home first. Hugo, you know I’m letting this slide because you’re injured, but don’t go too far." Hugo didn’t respond. He was injured now, and Old Master Quinn had to accommodate him. It was this very fact that allowed him to openly ask them to leave. "Claire, let’s go. I’ll have the driver take you home." Claire had just arrived, and now she was being sent away before having a proper conversation with Hugo. She felt as if a hand was squeezing her heart tightly, making it hard to breathe. But with Old Master Quinn present, she dared not lose her temper and could only forcedly smile. "Hugo, get some rest. I’ll come to see you tomorrow." Hugo couldn’t be bothered to respond, his attention fixed on Eleanor’s fingers, seriously playing with them. Once the others left, he patted the spot beside him. "Come up and rest with me for a while." Eleanor was about to refuse, but as she opened her mouth, she let out a big yawn, covering her mouth in embarrassment. She was incredibly tired these past few days, having barely rested. Just earlier, while changing clothes, she noticed the large dark circles beneath her eyes in the mirror. Hugo must have seen them too; that’s why he invited her to rest on the bed. She slipped off her shoes and slowly lay down on the bed. Hugo extended his hand to wrap around her waist, his face contented. "Eleanor, I heard you when you called for me. If not for you, I might already be dead. Thank you." He held her, his eyes full of love. This love enveloped Eleanor like a warm spring, soaking her completely. This incident made her truly understand her feelings for Hugo—she cared about him more than she ever imagined. While waiting outside the ruins, she couldn’t bear to think about what she would do if Hugo were truly gone. It seemed her life had already lost half of its joys. She snuggled closer into his embrace, her eyes reddening. "Thank goodness you’re okay." Hugo tenderly held her, leaving a kiss on her forehead. "I’m sorry about Grandpa Quinn. I know you’ve been wronged, Eleanor, but I swear, no matter how many obstacles we face, I will never give up." Nuzzled in his arms, Eleanor initially planned to spend more time with him, but sleepiness overtook her, and she soon dozed off. Hugo listened to her gentle breathing, his heart softening. He cautiously adjusted his position, encircling her completely in his embrace. The room fell silent, and he affectionately rubbed his chin against her head, holding her snugly. The hospital room door opened, and Julian Sterling appeared at the doorway, holding a bouquet. Next to him was Jude Shaw. However, upon seeing Eleanor lying in bed with Hugo, they both paused, perhaps realizing their timing was off. "Evan Yancy is still resting. During the rescue, he hardly slept—you gave us quite the scare." Julian lowered his voice, fearing he’d wake Eleanor.