As soon as he spoke, Eleanor Hollis patted her forehead. Indeed, this woman looks very much like Alice Warren, and since Alice is in prison, perhaps she’s seeking revenge for her? The woman was pushed into the emergency room, and no one knew the outcome. The police quickly arrived at the hospital because someone had already called them, and since it was Eleanor Hollis who hit the person, she had to go to the police station to record a statement and take notes, regardless of whether it was her fault or not. "Miss Hollis, we have already reviewed the dashcam footage, and it was indeed the woman who voluntarily ran out, but we still need you to come with us to the police station." Eleanor Hollis nodded and, along with Hugo Quinn, got into the police car. Lately, it seems like she’s had terrible luck, seeing the police almost every day. "Miss Hollis, was there any prior enmity between you and this woman?" The officer scribbled swiftly on paper, asking all his questions. "I don’t know her, but she should be Alice Warren’s sister or relative. Alice did hold a grudge against me, but she broke the law and is already in prison." The officer glanced up at her, thinking how complicated the high society is, with such setups happening every day. After taking notes, half an hour had passed, and the police station received a call from the hospital. The woman had regained consciousness but was emotionally unstable. Her leg, which was caught in the car wheel, was now crippled, likely confining her to a wheelchair in the future. The officer nodded and then said to Eleanor Hollis, "You’re free to go now. If there are any follow-up questions, we will contact you." Leaning against Hugo Quinn, Eleanor Hollis sighed, and then left the police station. Hugo Quinn rubbed her head, seeing the fatigue on her face and feeling soft-hearted. "Not tired, but encountering such incidents every few days is quite annoying." Hugo Quinn’s eyes became deep, and he suddenly held her in his arms and said, "If you hadn’t known me, you wouldn’t be dealing with this, Eleanor, I’m sorry." Eleanor Hollis’s heart softened, and she did not intend to blame him. She nestled in his embrace, saying nothing, and slowly opened the car window. On the sidewalk not far away stood Nathaniel Quinn. She hadn’t seen this man for a long time. He also seemed taken aback, his gaze freezing when he saw Hugo Quinn holding her. Nathaniel Quinn’s hand clenched tightly, his heart seemingly crushed by a giant hand. He had once dismissed this woman with disdain, and now desperately wanted her. If he had known it was Eleanor Hollis who saved him back then, he wouldn’t have wasted so many years on Grace Lynch. Their eyes met in the air, one calm, one in anguish. Hugo Quinn followed Eleanor Hollis’s gaze and caught Nathaniel Quinn’s eye. He nodded slightly, bent down, and left a kiss on Eleanor’s cheek, whispering something in her ear that made both of them laugh. The car window slowly closed, and Nathaniel Quinn felt a chill engulf him, standing frozen in place, watching as the car drove farther away. The scene stung his eyes deeply. That man holding Eleanor Hollis should have been him. Get full chapters from 𝔫𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔩~𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔢~𝔫𝔢𝔱 His eyes reddened, and whenever he thought of Eleanor Hollis, it felt like his heart was being grated against a knife, an unbearable pain. Lately, he lived in decadence, revolving among different women, hoping to erase his obsessive thoughts about Eleanor Hollis, yet as time went on, this obsession only deepened. "What are you still looking at? Missing him so much?" In the car, Hugo Quinn, displeased, turned Eleanor Hollis’s head away from the window. Eleanor Hollis found it amusing; he just kissed her in front of Nathaniel Quinn deliberately, didn’t he? Never seen anyone so petty! "Missing your ex-husband? Eleanor Hollis, let me tell you, you can’t keep looking at him in the future. What’s so good about that man, mistaking a pebble for a pearl all these years, such poor taste." Eleanor Hollis rolled her eyes at him, unable to help but retort. "Aren’t you the same? Didn’t you marry Grace Lynch back then too?" She regretted saying it as soon as the words left her mouth, falling silent instantly. Hugo Quinn, however, didn’t mind, raising an eyebrow at her. "Yes, I married Grace Lynch. At that time, to me, it didn’t matter whom I married. I thought I would never love a woman; marrying her was just following the old man’s arrangements." Eleanor Hollis’s heart felt sweet again, yet she still glared at him fiercely. "But weren’t you ever infatuated with her? After all, you spent a lot of time together, and she is quite pretty." Hugo Quinn smiled, looking down at her face full of jealousy. "We didn’t spend a lot of time together. Back then, I didn’t live with her. In those five years, you could count the number of times we ate together on one hand." Eleanor Hollis was completely satisfied, nestling into his arms without saying another word. The car finally stopped in front of the villa. She yawned before getting out; recently, she’s been so sleepy. "Marcus isn’t back yet?" There was no sign of Marcus in the villa; ideally, the child should have been back long ago. "A classmate had a birthday party, invited the whole class for dinner, and I sent someone to pick him up." Hugo Quinn placed his coat on the coat rack beside him, speaking slowly. Eleanor Hollis nodded, feeling a bit weak, quickly heading up to the bedroom, and collapsed into the soft bed. Hugo Quinn opened the door and saw her hugging the pillow, ready to sleep. "Hmm, a little. I’ll sleep for a while first; call me when it’s time to eat." As soon as the words were spoken, she fell asleep. Hugo Quinn found it amusing, coming in to cover her with the blanket. The weather was getting colder, autumn was ending, and the company’s busiest season was approaching. He has already instructed Lan Yancy to assign fewer tasks to Eleanor Hollis, if maintaining the standard for employees, the workload would be at least double what it is now. Anyone entering Grandeur is a talent in the industry, able to withstand pressure while adjusting themselves. But Eleanor Hollis was his woman, and he didn’t mind indulging her, even if it meant keeping a bum, he was willing to support her. If Eleanor Hollis knew her current work intensity was deliberately reduced, she’d probably die of embarrassment because she already felt very tired and was tired of doing the same things every day, finding it really monotonous. She awoke to the aroma of food, hearing Marcus’s laughter downstairs. She quickly freshened up before going down. "Mommy, the cookies you made are very popular with the classmates, and I earned the most money selling them. It’s all been put into the class fund. It’s said that this semester we’re going to set up a reading corner for our class."