"Mommy! Can you really do it?! That’s great, I was worried you couldn’t before." Excitement flickered across Marcus’s face, a smile on his lips as he looked at Eleanor Hollis, his eyes filled with admiration. It must be said, being looked at by a child with such eyes is quite a comforting feeling. "Of course I can, after dinner, I’ll take you to buy things." Marcus nodded quickly, then turned and went to the sofa. Eleanor Hollis made several large dishes tonight, which took quite a bit of time, and by the time they finished dinner it was already eight o’clock at night. Since Hugo Quinn had something to do, she could only take Marcus out to buy things. "Mommy, by the way, buy me some snacks, if dad asks later, just say you want them, otherwise dad will scold me." Eleanor smiled softly at him, thinking this kid is getting more and more clever, and poked him on his cheek. "Okay, whatever you want to buy, quickly pick it out, let’s push a shopping cart in first." She took a shopping cart at the entrance of the mall, and Marcus naturally sat inside the cart. "Mommy, this one, this one!" He excitedly pointed to some puffed snacks on the shelf. Eleanor’s brow furrowed, no wonder Hugo doesn’t let the child eat snacks, turns out Marcus likes these. Helplessly, she had already promised, and now even if unwilling, she had to put things inside. "That small cake too, give me one piece." Marcus reached out to grab it, but he was too short to reach. Eleanor had to stand on tiptoe to take the small cake down. "Is this it? You can only have this one, and you can’t let your dad find out, or I’ll be in trouble too." Marcus nodded, patting her on the shoulder with a sense of loyalty. "Don’t worry, mommy, I won’t sell you out." After buying all the things, it was half an hour later. Just as Eleanor Hollis was about to take out her phone to pay, someone forcefully bumped into her, causing her to fall towards a shelf full of wine bottles. The bottles on the shelf wobbled, and several eventually fell, the enticing aroma of wine instantly spreading. "Oh my God! Those wines are tens of thousands each!" The shopping assistant screamed, her face already pale. Eleanor was grateful she hadn’t been cut by the shattered glass, or she would have been bleeding by now. Someone did push her just now, but now besides a stunned Marcus, there was no one else around. "Mommy. Are you okay?" Marcus walked over worriedly, checking her body carefully. "You scared me to death, that woman was too much, she hit you and ran away, I didn’t even see how she looked." Indeed, someone had hit her, a flash of anger appeared on Eleanor’s face as she got up intending to have the staff check the surveillance, but the shopping assistant grabbed her. "You broke so many bottles of wine, how can you leave, you must pay, or I’ll be in trouble." Read complete versıon only at 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝~𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖~𝕟𝕖𝕥 Seeing the panic on her face, Eleanor knew she couldn’t let her take the loss, but just accepting it left a bitter taste. She took out her phone to pay for the broken wines, still thinking about being pushed just now. After paying, she held Marcus with one hand and went to find the person in charge with the other. Initially, the person in charge was indifferent to her, but after taking a call, he suddenly became respectful. Eleanor successfully got the surveillance video from that time, the woman intentionally bumped into her, and even deliberately wore a hat and mask. She rewound the surveillance a bit more, wanting to see what the woman looked like when she first entered the mall. Sure enough, the woman’s appearance soon appeared, but the face was too unfamiliar; Eleanor didn’t know her. Her brow furrowed. Someone she didn’t know hit her, with no reason at all—could it be a lunatic? With things as they were, she had to swallow the unfair outcome. She took Marcus and all the things and left the mall. Just as they reached the car, she saw a woman hurriedly leaving—it was the same woman from the mall earlier. Eleanor saw a long scratch on her car, anger flashing across her face. "Catch the thief! Catch the thief, everyone, stop that woman!" She suddenly shouted. With her good looks and well-dressed appearance, along with holding a child, passersby were instantly moved and pinned the woman to the ground. The woman couldn’t move, only continuing to struggle. "Let me go, let me go!!" Eleanor approached; she indeed didn’t know this person, why was she being targeted? "You just pushed me in the mall, the surveillance video is in my hands, and now you’ve scratched my Porsche; you can discuss the rest with the police." She had already called the police, believing they’d arrive soon. Hatred filled the eyes of the woman, glaring at her in a way that raised the hairs on Eleanor’s neck, causing her to subconsciously step back. Marcus was a bit scared too, clutching tightly onto her sleeve. "Mommy, her look is terrifying, like a wild beast." Marcus was right; the woman’s gaze was indeed terrifying, Eleanor believed if those people let her go, the woman would pounce and tear her apart. She held Marcus’s hand, defiantly staring back at the woman. Clearly not knowing each other, yet the other seemed to have a deep hatred for her. Before long, the police arrived, cuffing the woman, although what she did wasn’t serious; she’d likely only be reprimanded and educated. Eleanor spoke a few words with the police, then pointed at her car, where an officer went to inspect it and then spoke. "The brakes on this car have been cut, you can’t drive it, or there could be an accident." A flash of shock passed through Eleanor’s eyes; if the police hadn’t warned her, she probably would have driven off already, now feeling both fear and a chill creeping over her back. She turned to look at the woman. "Officer, it was her who did it, doesn’t this count as attempted murder? If I’d had an accident driving this car tonight, it’d be her responsibility." A hint of difficulty appeared on the police officer’s face; despite her words, Eleanor hadn’t been harmed. "We will take her back to the police station, the specific punishment will be notified to you later." Eleanor nodded, as the woman was escorted by the police, slowly passing by her. "You think this is over, the road ahead is long, Eleanor Hollis." Eleanor’s frown deepened; it seemed necessary to thoroughly investigate this woman, to avoid future conflicts. "Marcus, let’s go, we’ll take a cab home." She said with lingering fear, reaching to hold the child’s hand.