The boy didn’t speak because he wasn’t sure what exactly happened back then. He just stood there watching Eleanor Hollis’s back, then sat down dejectedly. Actually, he really wanted a sister... Eleanor Hollis got into the car, her body trembling slightly. No matter why her mother didn’t come back, the fact that she abandoned her was true. All these years, she never thought about her daughter. Eleanor Hollis laughed at herself; sometimes the truth is just so cruel. When she got home, her face was pale. As soon as she got out of the car, she saw Hugo Quinn outside, watering the flowers he planted last time. The bitterness in Eleanor Hollis’s heart slowly faded away as she gently walked closer and stood by his side. Hugo Quinn looked up and saw her pale face, his brow furrowed, he slowly put down the watering can and hugged her. "What’s wrong?" The rıghtful source is 𝗻𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹•𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑒•𝙣𝙚𝙩 It was okay when he didn’t ask, Eleanor Hollis thought she could endure it, but as soon as she heard his gentle words, tears burst forth like a dam breaking. She buried her face in his neck and began to cry silently. Hugo Quinn comfortingly patted her shoulder, discovering she was trembling all over, he hugged her tightly, feeling distressed. "It’s okay, it’s okay." Eleanor Hollis clutched his shirt, cried for a while then wiped her tears and straightened up. Hugo Quinn led her inside, and they went to the living room. Eleanor Hollis bit her lip, sitting down and placing her bag aside. "My mom isn’t dead; she married another man and has a son, a sixteen-year-old son. Before, I thought my mom must love me; if Alice Lynch hadn’t shamelessly entered the Hollis Family, I would still be the most spoiled princess of the Hollis Family. But just now, I realized, I’m also abandoned by my own mother..." Nobody knows how much Eleanor Hollis longed for parental love. Perhaps because these two things were never present in her childhood, she has always been yearning. Nicholas Hollis disappointed her, and she was very sad, but when she thought of her mom, there was a slight comfort in her heart. But now, even this slight comfort disappeared. Hugo Quinn pursed his lips, gently rubbed her head, knowing this kind of thing is hard for anyone to bear. "Maybe she had her reasons." "What kind of reason could make someone abandon their own daughter? I really can’t understand..." As Eleanor Hollis spoke, her voice choked up again. "Eleanor, they might abandon you, but I won’t. Don’t get stuck in past hurts; one must learn to look forward." Eleanor Hollis’s trembling body gradually calmed down; she nestled in his embrace without speaking. "Mommy, I brought you strawberries! Super sweet ones." A voice of Marcus rang out at the doorway; the living room door was pushed open instantly. He held a strawberry, excitedly walking in. Eleanor Hollis quickly wiped away her tears, not wanting the child to notice anything amiss. The strawberry was large but there was only one. "Mommy, it’s for you, eat it." Marcus excitedly placed the strawberry in Eleanor Hollis’s palm, his eyes wide open. "These were grown by the uncles themselves; we even visited the greenhouse today." Eleanor Hollis’s eyes curved into a smile, the gloominess inside her disappeared instantly; this child was truly adorable. She took a bite of the strawberry; indeed it was very sweet. Thinking the child knew to bring it back for her filled her heart with warmth. Marcus shyly rubbed his head, surprised that his mommy was so happy, looks like he should bring more things back next time. "Mommy, why were you crying? Did dad bully you?" He looked up and saw Eleanor Hollis’s eyes were red, quickly asked, also shot Hugo Quinn a look. Hugo Quinn instantly felt frustrated; in his son’s eyes, he was that kind of person? "No, I was just caught by the wind in my eyes. Marcus, go wash your hands quick, it’s time for dinner." Instantly, Marcus didn’t dwell on it any longer, and hopped off to the bathroom to wash his hands. Eleanor Hollis slowly finished the strawberry, filled with satisfaction. "Sometimes I really wish Marcus was my child." She tossed the strawberry stalk into the trash can and spoke slowly, her tone full of wistfulness. Hugo Quinn kissed her cheek, "In Marcus’s view, he is your son. If you don’t feel so, he might be sad." Eleanor Hollis felt a softness in her heart, seeing the child come out of the bathroom, happily coming to sit beside them. Suddenly she didn’t feel so sad anymore, just as Hugo Quinn said, she’s passed the hardest period of lacking parental love, she shouldn’t get stuck in past pains. Now, she has a lover and a lovely son, she should hold onto them tightly. Just as she stood up, her phone beeped with a notification sound. Her body paused, took out her phone and looked at it. It was a text from a strange number. —Sorry, I didn’t know that child went to find you. I should’ve stopped it. Eleanor, I’m sorry. If it’s convenient, let’s meet tomorrow. Looking at this message, Eleanor Hollis’s mouth twisted slightly. What her parents said to her the most was that they were sorry, yet what she least wanted to see were these three words. She didn’t reply, held Marcus and went to the dining table, happily enjoying dinner with the father and son. Rachel Lynch on the other side was anxiously waiting, knowing her son went to see Eleanor Hollis and confessed, she was almost scared to death, fiercely scolded him then carefully sent this text. Even though she guessed that child might not reply, when she actually saw the dark screen, her heart ached. A warm hand suddenly landed on her shoulder, a man’s pleasant voice sounded. "Take your time. Maybe it’s time you two meet. Hiding all the time isn’t the solution. Just take this chance and have a good chat." Rachel Lynch didn’t speak, sighed, her eyes dazed. That child doesn’t even want to reply to her texts; how would she want to meet her? She lowered her head to look at her phone, then shook her head. "She might not want to see me, better forget it. It’s not something that a talk can solve. I let her fend for herself all these years; how could she be willing to forgive me." The man’s hand gently squeezed her shoulder, both fell into silence. Although Eleanor Hollis appeared calm when she saw the message, her sleep was affected that night, tossing and turning sleeplessly. Hugo Quinn’s arm was around her waist, tugged her closer to him. "If you don’t want to go, then don’t. Why trouble yourself over it." Eleanor Hollis put down her phone, turned around and nestled into his arms, sighed. "I am truly not ruthless enough. Forget it, there’s indeed no need to meet now. I’m not that child yearning for parents anymore."